Hannah's English class one Friday. Bored as fuck and really not into the ton of work she was throwin' on us. I turned to my friend Josh and said, "Man... this bitch is murderin' us with all this damn work." He laughed, a little too audible (I hated him at first for his loud ass, but thanked him later on). "Well, care to share what is so funny, Mr. Hinson?" said Ms. Hannah. And of course me being the bad ass had to be an ass, "Yeah, I was just tellin' my classmate how you is murderin' us with all. I grab her hips and begin fucking her harder, wanting to bruise her wet little fuckhole. "You take it up your arse?" She's enjoying herself too much to answer. I reach under and grab her juicy right tit, I pull on her nipples hard. "Pull harder." She squeals. I oblige her and twist, grope and pull on her sensitive tit. "Slap them." She instructs as I fuck her harder. I slap her swinging tits hard in between grabbing them. She cries out with each slap, I feel her getting wetter and wetter with. It looked like Cream of Mushroom, but the slivers of egg and the frog leg on top seemed to point away from the fact. Daniel threw away his breakfast into the nearby trash can after a few bites and went outside the airport for a run. While he was leaning against a tree catching his breath, his cellphone suddenly beeped. Daniel glanced down at it in annoyance. He was just about to nod off. Flipping it open, he spoke in an irritated voice, "Daniel speaking." just to hear a pre-recorded message. ‘Do you remember Catherine – we work together. Catherine, I think you’ve met Gavin before.’ ‘Nice to see you again,’ Gavin told her with a smile. ‘Do you want to get in on a game?’ he asked, gesturing to the pool table. ‘Or are you just here for the company?’ he added with a wink. She smiled and giggled. ‘No, I just stopped by to say hi. I need to get back to my friends,’ she added, waving her arm toward a nearby table. Gavin looked over automatically and his breath caught as he saw the long,.