He nonchalantly looked at his now red-faced teacher, waiting for her to explode."Mr. Whitman, did you just call me a bitch?" she asked, her voice low ...nd dangerous."No I did not," Jake said casually. "I said you act like a bitch to your students." He shrugged, "Maybe it's a matter of semantics, but as you have told us, how something is said or written is as important as the words used." I would thank you to not try and teach me English!" she snapped, rising from her seat. "Now, what exactly did. She gave a reply as yes and asked her if we can go in. She said why not and we got in the room. As we got in she tried looking for the switch to turn the lights on. Unfortunately, when she switched it on no lights were popping up. She told me that the lights may be out and that it needs to be fixed. As she told me to come and look at the other antiques, I grabbed her arm close to me and planted a huge kiss on her lips. She retreated back telling me this is not the right place to do this right. Jason said, "Here's where most women give up" as he pushed about three more inches in. Candace said, "Hold it right there and give me a second, I know I can do this" she said with a whimper.She waited a moment and then reached down and wrapped her arms around his ass, pulling him into her. He pushed with a grunt and low and behold his monster was all the way inside her. I wondered where it was all going! "It's pushed all the way against my cervix!" she exclaimed. "Just hold it there for another. Additionally, it will require several days to drive up there. If we leave on Thursday the 14th, we should be there by Sunday the 17th, I should think,” I told her.“Why so long?” she asked. “It’s only something just over a thousand miles, or about sixteen hours if we take I-40 and I-95 according to the computer,” she finished.“First off, I have no intention of driving straight through. Secondly, there is the weather to consider this time of year, in addition to stopping for eating, gas and other.