” “Oh, that’s still the sports equipment store room. Were you helping get kit out?” “No, not exactly. A friend and I were in there doing thi...gs we shouldn’t have and a teacher walked in. My friend took the rap and 12 strokes of the cane, but she never told your dad that I was there too. I’ve always felt guilty about it.” “So you weren’t the angel your report cards said you were then.” “How?” “I took the liberty of looking you up in my dad’s records. He was quite fond of you.” Jennifer blushed. After finishing up my business on the toilet, I tore off a sheet oftoilet paper to tab the tip of my penis (I didn't want to leave a spot ofpiss inside Erica's panties). I jumped back in shock the second the paperdabbed the head of my penis. It was INCREDIBLY sensitive. My neck shotbackwards and almost hit the porcelain backing of the toilet. I lookeddown into the privates between my legs. My penis was bright red andsignificantly shorter and stubbier. I thought it was my mind playingtricks on. Then I couldn't help but crack a smile. “Made you smile,” John said. Then I gave him a long kiss and I knew how thankful I was to have John. He was my rock, and having me right there with him, his cock got rock hard. “Someone is turned on in this bed,” I said. “Well, you got me to have sex with, how could you not be turned on?” John asked. “You can always make me laugh,” I replied just before I kissed him again. We began making out for a few minutes, then I took my shirt off and he put his. All of them were faced to the front. The were four groups of two rows. My seat, I knew it was way in the far right corner. This I was thankful for, I was in the back, and since Mr.C put his desk in the back left corner I wouldn't feel his eyes on me the whole time. I went back to my desk scooted in from the second desk paired with mine. I threw all my books on the floor and got out a pencil. We weren't allowed to use pencils in Mr.C class, but I didn't give a fuck, so I used pencil instead of.