“Okay,” I think. “Naked in an empty room. Must have been one hell of a party.” “Hello,” I cry out as I walk around the room. I knock on th... walls trying to find something that resemble a door. I can not find anything so I sit down on the cold floor. Questions occupy my mind but they quickly dissipate as I hear the sound of a sliding door opening. I look behind me and stare as a tall brunette enters the room. Her hair is short and she has gorgeous blue eyes. I check out her outfit as she. Hey, do you wanna be whores? I asked. They all wanted to be whores so I used blocks and extra-strength super glue to build a whore house in the back of the school. I accidentally glued my fingers together a few times. God, I hate it when that happens. Then I put the hos in the whore house and put on my pimp costume for when I was a pimp last halloween. Since it was from last year, the costume was a bit too small for me, but the tightness exemplified my dick so I liked it. All the male teachers,. It was as if her body could anticipate the beat, the rhythm, his fingers here, and his kisses there. Lips so sinfully soft danced as surely as he did, across her skin in hot trails. Her eyes slid shut. As the music played on, as sure and steady as her heartbeat, it sped slowly along towards a climactic din of pure sound, as holy and as true as God Himself must surely be. Quietly, her amorous partner whispered his secrets in a language so primal it needed no words. Opalescent eyes opened,. Her asset always makes me go crazy and make her fuck wild. Whenever we feel like having sex we use to have it without any second thought. As I stay alone in my flat there is no restriction for us to meet. We always meet in my flat and have fun. Now I’m writing the 1st encounter between us. Even though we had sex a lot of times, the first time that we made is always fresh in my mind. Whenever I thing about it I used to get hard on. We both spoke about the plan over the phone and we were to meet.