My pussy felt so dirty caked with drying cum. I could smell the stench coming from between my legs. I undressed and took a shower, a good long shower....Then went to bed.In bed, I laid there thinking about fucking thugs in Valdosta. What is wrong with me? Why was I putting myself through this? I felt so nasty and ashamed. Why wasn’t I looking for a relationship? Someone serious I may marry one day and raise a family. I used to dream of that, but now all I could really think about was when I could. The breasts shining through and her fully rounded hips told the gender of the person. Even without her high-heeled boots she would be taller than the raven-haired girl who played with herself in front of her in a most private way. The other person sank down to her knees, to take something into her glossy PVC glove, carelessly forgotten here by Sandra. It was the other silk stocking. The other person, lets call her Jana, folded the stocking in the middle, and pulled it taut between both hands.. "He was silent for a moment as she swiveled her hips against him, gasping when he pressed himself a little more firmly against her, forcing her to lean against the railing. She felt his large, protective hands wander down her body, which forced a whimper of surrender from her. His cock was rubbing against her ass and he was gently tweaking her nipples through the lacy bra, which was driving her absolutely insane. When he brought his mouth to her right ear and exhaled, she actually moaned his. .... I got Mr. Rios to switch............. I told Mr. Rios, real sincere, that Bruce and I had been talking about this term project we wanted to do together, and Bruce had this great idea of something we could present as a team...........so now I got to sit next to him, right next to him, at these big clunky tables for the whole two-period class................... I was talking to him, the stuff we were doing in class was really easy............one day, I just let my hand touch his.