She arched her back allowing her orgasm to pound through her, wave after wave of ecstasy rolling through her as if she were tossed through a luscious ...ornado, spinning her out of control. And yet she felt perfectly safe. Soon she lay flat, spent, her body in an intense state of relaxation. A warm creeper wormed its way through her still body, winding itself around her spine and spreading its tendrils out to her ribs. Its talons stretched into her soothing her tense muscles and lulling her. Continuing on was a monumental accomplishment, but she would never let Daniel know that. He followed her and the two of them left the classroom. 　　　　Most of the high school hallways were lined with ugly green lockers. Many of the teachers were in their classes but Mr. Larson was not. He was a math teacher, the only one located in the English Hall. He also had made plenty of passes at her, which were always rebuked.　　　　“Is that the best English teacher walking down the hall with her. After skiing all day. That way we could drive all night and be home at a decent hour the next day. It would give us some rest before going back to work Monday morning. Dan again offered to drive. He liked to drive and hadn’t been drinking at all that day. My wife quickly offered to take shotgun for the first few hours to allow Anne and I to get the first shift of sleep. I was tired and did need some sleep but the thought of siding into the back seat of the Suburban, in the dark, with Anne. Her ass was already well-lubricated and pliable from our earlier exploits, but I would take my time, oh, so much time. I teased and teased with fingers and tongue. I’d apply just enough sustained stimulation to her vulva to where I would notice her leg begin in quiver, and then stop. I’d wait a moment for her twitching to subside, and then repeat the torture. I had my lovely wife in that zone where she teetered between agony and ecstasy, and she loved every second of the torment. I whispered.