Liz and I looked down at Jen’s pussy and saw small droplets of white juice dribbling out of her cunt. I looked over at Liz just as she licked her l...ps. It was my turn to give a sly smile… “Truth or dare?” I asked Liz.“What?” she stammered as she snapped out of her gaze. Jen just laughed. Liz came back to reality and answered, “dare!” Then she looked back at Jen’s pussy, knowing what I was going to ask. Hell, before I could say anything, she dropped out of her seat and under the table! I. My mind was a blur... Why was he sticking up for me? He barely knew me? What the fuck is going on?!“Oh, ain’t that sweet. You defending his little ass? You got some balls kid.”, spat Trent, the jock Alpha Male, squaring up his brawny chest with Elixir. He attempted to grab round to me, but my guardian angel pulled us both aside quickly, hissing, “I’d keep your hands off him if I were you, Trent.” He didn’t even raise his tone. “Pfft. Don’t tell me what to do you twisted faggot. And who are you. “But it must have been very difficult for you.”“It was not so bad,” Carmen said, smiling. “In the motel, once we put Martin to sleep, we would fuck like rabbits. Jack would make me cum again and again, till by morning I would be cross-eyed. I got pregnant again and Kelly was born when Martin was five.”“So where was Jack posted during this time?”“It was all classfied,” replied Carmen. “He could never tell me where he had been, or what he had done. But I knew he had seen and done terrible. Too much awkward conversation — pretense to appear more interested in the lives of the students than they were. ‘Why don’t you just breast-feed the kid?’ she found herself saying in her mind to Miss Lora Bransworth, whose nagging about Ayan’s late speech developments bugged the hell out of her. Why the hell did she care so much anyway? Miss Lora Bransworth was 40. If she loved kids so much, why didn’t she have any? No husband, neither. But, a blond career woman with real breasts and great.