I slipped along the sidewalk and dashed toward the back of the house. I had gone down her alley when I knew she was at work that day, clipboard in han..., and dressed like a meter reader. At the side of her house that was sheltered from prying eyes I peeped her windows. Through the second one I saw a bedroom. The mattress was bare and there were boxes of clothing stacked against the wall. Obviously, it was a spare. I used the glass cutter and a kid's dart with a suction cup to extract an almost. We did for some time, it wasn’t quite conform table there. I took break she turned and hugged me, kissed my lips. She said she loved it, I replied back that I love you Shriya! She was all on me and kissing me madly. I lifted her and we came in bedroom.I parted her legs on bed, and pushed my dick in her. 5 min of stroking, we both hit orgasm. That’s was so wonderful. We cleaned each other and got back to bed. Taking small kisses we didn’t realize when we dozed off.Around 4am she got up, she came. Though never stated the students believed ETS stood for 'Empty Tummy Syndrome'. This and a few other undefined acronyms led the students to think Dewey had gone letter crazy.The girls increased their pace. "Let's get there before he wakes up." Almost running, they entered the transporter room at the school's main office. Red lights above the archway stopped them cold in their tracks.Phillip and Randy emerged from the opening, each pushing a blue capsule."Move, you two. We have hungry cargo.". Both of them panted and gasped for air. It had been the most intense fuck she’d ever experienced. His too, probably. They lay there, breathing heavily, for an age. Only when he got up, did Emma stir herself. He withdrew. A trickle of cum dribbled out. It ran down her thighs, warm and wet.“Naughty, naughty. Don’t you want your Master’s cum in your arse?” He tapped her bottom lightly.Emma tried to clench, but it wouldn’t tighten. Cool air hung around her gaping arsehole. He laughed, watching her.