I wiggled my skirt back down over my ruined panties and adjusted the mirror just in time to see and hear Melanie explode with her orgasm.I waited for ...er to come down from her sex high and said, “Mel, give me my sweat shirt now. We gotta get back. The kid’s parents are waiting."She threw it to me and after I wiggled into it we buckled ourselves back into our seat belts.Penny said, “Yeah, I just got a text from my Dad. He wants to know when we’ll be back. It’s time for all of us to get our. The next day there was no reply from Amanda and none again the following day, on the 3rd day she had sent a email saying she was coming to savannah arriving on Friday, she had booked a local hotel, close to where I was staying and begged me to meet her at the airport or at least get someone she could trust to meet her as she knew from the internet that savannah could be a dangerous place, I was stunned but knowing Amanda it was pointless to try and change her mind, I had made a close friend. I raised my hand to my blouse. "And what would a horny little schoolboy do..." I raised my eyebrows suggestively at Dean, "If he saw the teacher acting really naughty?" Although the tone was light, my voice sounded dark and dusky and as I talked, my fingers undid the uppermost buttons of my blouse. My fleshy globes were almost completely visible and as the last button fell open, I heard a sharp intake of breath. My gaze was automatically drawn to Dean's crotch, and the huge bulge was now. Seriously. If anyone found out, we are ruined. I might get imprisoned. At the very least we would be splashed all over the news.”“Dad, nobody watches the news anymore.”“They would watch this, I can fucking guarantee that.”Ashley sat in her seat, lost in thought as we finished the drive home. The mood had shifted because of me and my concerns. But they were valid concerns and I needed her to know that, to understand the implications. Or… maybe I was just scared of what I’d done, and what I was.