Watching my face, he pulls out slowly, then rams back into me with a grunt and a smirk.“You like that?” he asks.“I love that,” I gasp, as he t...rusts into me again, and again. He hooks an arm under each of my thighs and props my legs up on his shoulders, sliding me even closer to him, then holding tight to my legs as he begins to stroke me harder. I lean back, propping myself up with my elbows so I can keep watching his handsome face. He stays deep, with small, fast strokes that are increasing. ***Finally the bell rang for the break. I closed the album and left. On thecorridor was awfully loud, but I think it was quieter than in my times,because many students just sat and played on their smartphones andtablets. I didn't get it, exactly when one of them was playing and groupof his friends were just watching the game. What a loss of time.I went to the gym, where I met class. They were all smiling, except Patricwho was walking nervously and didn't notice me until I call him. He. He was catching on fast, so I could see him taking care of himself within a reasonable time.That afternoon a man, Carlo Bellini, stopped by the restaurant to talk to me about a job as a bodyguard. This was a one-shot proposition and was scheduled for the next Thursday afternoon, starting at about 2:00 PM. He owed a money lender a substantial amount of gold, five Troy pounds. He had borrowed the money from the Knights Templar bank in Silano, and he wanted a bodyguard to make sure that he made it. The coach had many times tried to get Kimberly to come out for the team but Kimberly had always told her she wanted to concentrate on gymnastics. This time, Kimberly approached her and asked for some information about joining the field hockey team.For some reason, Kimberly now really liked the idea of being a field hockey player. "Maybe I'm tired of individual sports, maybe I should get into a team sport," she thought, trying to justify her sudden turnaround.In gym class, Kimberly was the last.