He had finished dressing then he approached me again. He pulled my knees apart and moved between them."Such a pretty slut," he sighed, his hands movin... over my hot skin.When his fingers reached my pussy, I was on fire again."Good, a slut should always be wet and ready for any man to fuck her," he laughed."Please," I groaned as his fingers worked inside me."Need a hard cock now, do we?" he laughed."Please," I begged again."Don't worry, my little slut," he laughed, "I'll get you all the cock you. About a minute later, I feel him lift his hand and rest it on my left thigh and I let him do so. A couple of seconds later he moves his fingers to touch my dick and seeing that I give no reaction, guesses good, assumes I'm ok with what he's doing and proceeds to start massaging my balls gently. He then starts jerking me off slowly. Hearing the moans the older stranger is starting to make, I assume he's really enjoying the show I was not planning to make. I open my eyes and see the younger guy. . especially in my motel bed, where we fucked like bunnies and stayed out of the desert heat for a few hours that afternoon, stopping only to finish our fast food, and use the restroom now and then. No, we didn’t use protection, either. At least I didn’t ... I couldn’t speak for her, but they didn’t have Prep back then.“Remember me now, honey? Your favorite professor?” Wendy teased me as she Hoovered my dick.“Oh, God, yes! How many times did we fuck that afternoon? I lost count,” I. This time, there is only the Principal and one other person. The Principal, Mr. Hardy, introduces him as Dr. Phillips, the Head of the Social Studies Department.Phillips starts by saying, “Mr. Hardy was telling me how you impressed the head of the math and science departments. You also put on quite a show of public speaking for the English department. I’m curious to know if you neglected social studies.”“Well, a big part of social studies is history. The younger grades do a lot on Europe and.