Her fingers found my clit and brought me on my way to a secondclimax. In no time at all I was cumming again, though less powerfullythan before. Sudden...y Jill pulled out and rolled me over again,mounting me again on top. She started drilling me mercilessly, watchingmy body ripple with each thrust."God, I love fucking you," Jill grunted. "I love fucking a big tittedslut like you." Amidst my cries of pleasure I noticed he was calling mea slut again, though at least this time he wasn't adding in. I had been taught how to show respect to his mother so as we approached the old woman on steps to the porch of the main house I knew what to do."Bendicion." Bless meI was supposed to call her 'grandmother', but there was no blood between us and I refused to."Bendicion, mi hijo." Bless you, my son.I let her touch my forehead. She knew what I had been asked to do and forgave the disrespect. I have always been surprised that the people who understand teenagers the most are seniors. Maybe they do. Prof was the first of us to experience functional difficulties, with they and him getting steadily worse during the day. He became clumsier and mentally slower, the latter being especially obvious when he was trying to type messages or numbers into one of the cellphones. After the second time a phone slipped through his fingers and fell toward the floor (I caught it both times), My second cellphone catch had occurred after Prof had unsuccessfully tried to call 9-1-1, as we did from time to. But I did get some looks and a couple of comments from other students, especially in Physics, the third class I was asked to stay after for. And a couple of guys had some derogatory comments when Miss Beevers had me stay after English. She had a list of books and Sara was to chose two to read and write reports on. She also had to write 500 words, the subject to be determined by Sara. Well, she said she wanted something to do besides watching TV.This week's swim meet was at home against.