Unlike other schools, we only practiced two hours per day. But like everything else at the school, those two hours of practice were intense. Not a min...te was wasted. Every practice was filmed and watched during our evening meal where logic, strategy and teamwork were spoon-fed to us along with the food. Even with all the emphasis on football, we weren't very good. My freshman year we only won three games and didn't do much better my junior and senior years when I dressed for and started every. “I’m only eighteen.”“But you love me,” I pointed out. I was prepared for this conversation. I could handle it, I’d gone through all the possible outcomes in my mind. “And I love you. We’ve been together long enough, you know how well we get on.”“I know I said ‘yes’ out there,” Alexandria pointed through the window towards the space where I’d proposed. “But I only said that so I wouldn’t humiliate you in front of all those people.”“So, you’re saying ‘no’?” I said slowly, trying to comprehend.. I say, “Oh fuck, please Mr. Jay, please, I don’t want to get expelled from school. My parents will kill me.” Mr. Jay says, “I recall, we had the same conversation on Friday but you still came back here to fuck today. What am I going to do?”I am desperate and I really don’t want any of this getting out to anyone else so I have to do whatever Mr. Jay wants to keep him quiet.I say, “Mr. Jay, I’ll do whatever you want, just please do not report us. I’ll do anything you want.” Then I repeated the. I quickly brought the unit back to my pussy, and starting again playing it around my lips, getting closer and closer to where I really wanted it....and then decided that foreplay was over...my clit was screaming for attention.I brought the unit up slowly, and finally laid it to rest with the back side of the brush head half against the hood that usually covers my clit, and half against my now protruding clit itself.It took only only a couple of seconds, and the explosive climax racked through.