Tompkins seemed especially boring that day. Alan couldn't concentrate on anything their teacher was saying. He concluded he'd be pushing his luck with...Christine if he teased her any more during class, so he decided to see if they could at least communicate about other things via their note writing. Anything was better than listening to Mr. Tompkins drone on.A couple of minutes later, Alan wrote on his notepad in big letters, "I'm bored!" Again, he pushed his notepad to the edge of his desk. She watched Todd out of the corner of her eye as she pranced around naked.Todd was watched Kandy’s large tits sway as she walked around the balcony. Damn, she was making his dick rock hard again. He could not help wanting her and touching her once more. Her skin was like Ivory and soft as a baby’s behind. Kandy leaned over the rail and hung her tits in the warm breeze. Mark moved up behind her, cupped her breast, and began kissing her neck. As they talked, Todd could not hear what they were. He felt a complete fool, and it wasn't as if he even liked the stuff!He pulled of his cap and left it inside of the promotion stall, and set off to the nearest coffee stall for a polystyrene cup of his favourite Java. As he walked along he noticed a strange little shop that he could have sworn hadn't been there this morning when he had arrived, but that couldn't be - nothing could have been set-up in that sort of time. Besides, this place looked like it had been there for years. He looked at. ‘Don’t do it, Roger,’ she pleaded, her hand going to his cock. ‘I love you, Roger. I need your help. Please don’t do it.’ Sandra’s hand was stroking his penis, trying to entice him with sex, to reject her daughter and take her back to bed. Her hand moved faster and she could feel Roger’s indecision. He was getting harder again. She was winning him over sexually. Roger turned and took Sandra by the shoulders, put her up against the wall and pushed his fingers into her cunt, found her clit with.