She knew her house like the back of her eyelids, and she took comfort in the fact that something she knew so well remained unchanged. She turned the ...nob to the bathroom door and stepped in not bothering to turn the light on. The last thing she wanted to do was see her puffy face. After relieving herself, she shuffled to the sink and splashed cold water on her face. It felt good, the cold water slightly shocking her from her stupor. She dried her face on her towel that was hanging on the rack. You volunteer to take her downand give her some pointers for the last half of the lunch hour." Okay, where is she?" Mark had passed through the food line, andaccompanied Rachael back to the table, who sat him down next to Larissa,and squeezed herself in next to Robert (nothing like getting a personaladvantage out of helping a friend, is there?)"Gang, this is Mark. Most of you know him, but Larissa doesn't. Larissameet Mark, Mark, this is Larissa."Rachael knew that conversation would be stilted. Even after getting an expert blowjob in the limo, this guy still exploded a bucket of cum. He held his cock deep in her snatch while cum ran out all around it, and onto the bed under her pussy. Carol was still in a trance. I continued to thrust into her at a serious pace. She absorbed my pounding, but never took her eyes off Dashelle and the brown cock deep in her cinnamon cunt. Carol moaned so loud I thought the neighbors would hear. Her rhythmic pace became erratic, and she begged me to fuck. “And will be drawn out at random. Please be ready when your name is called.”And so it began. The first student stammered through a speech on the Revolutionary War. Or maybe it was French and Indian war. Hell if I know, I really wasn’t listening. It might not have even been a war. Something about fighting, I’m pretty sure. I was actually busy scrolling through Facebook. Jess was on her phone as well, probably doing the same, I imagine.One after another, each student stood up for the requisite.