Well I don’t any more. Oh please sir, kind master, pleaseeee!*Alone at last again. Go ahead, tell me something about how we have to stop meeting lik... this. Your turn to make the jokes, I just haven’t got the energy. What happened? I think I remember eight, perhaps nine. Have they finished? Please tell me that they carried on when I passed out and that my scourging`s over. No. Oh shit, I thought not. It hurts like nothing I`d ever had before, but I didn`t think that it hurts any more now than. Jason caught up too. What is it about sexual opportunity, the glint in a woman’s eye and guys going into instant cock led overdrive? I hadn’t realised how well located we were to get it off immediately. The cat was out of the bag or updating it, pimping the expression, my pussy was about to be knickers free. I sidled left and backwards into the photocopy room, the two guys following like puppies on a very short leash.Sex in the photocopy room, well I’d have called it a porn fantasy myth until. I entered and quickly got under the covers as it was still a bit chilly In her room but not as cold as mine.A few minutes later she fell asleep, I could tell from her very slight snoring she made.I fell asleep too a little while after, but was awaken in the middle of the night by my mom rolling over onto my arm,with my left arm under her and her back to me she was slightly spooning me, since I did not want to wake her,I just put my other hand over her and without any thought did so, but my. Meanwhile, that damn Amy could walk into a room wearing cut-offs and a t-shirt and look like a damn fashion model.Speaking of Miss Perfect, where had she been tonight? Maybe decided a country-club girl like her was too high class to go to a dance at the Legion Hall. Well, she blew it by not showing up. Judging from tonight's reaction, by the end of the summer, Amy's old buddy, the nice Mr. Mark Cahill, would be the personal property of the one-and-only Bebe Boudreaux.And after what happened.