"So, how are you doing?" she asked me."I've been better," I responded, a bit of bitterness obvious in myvoice. I felt it, too."Oh," she said, obviousl... upset with herself.Robin walked over to grab some of her clothes from her stack that wasnext to mine. She threw on jeans, a T-shirt and a sweater. I was a bitjealous that she got to wear pants."So, what you up to?" she asked me, trying to kill the awkward silence."Nothing," I replied, somewhat sharply."Oh," she said again, definitely starting to. ...pound me!"I renewed my efforts, pounding harder, pistoning in and out, our bodies slamming into each other with grunts of ecstasy, balls slapping against her legs with each stroke. I felt her pussy begin to tighten around my shaft, providing some resistance, making me push harder, not wanting to let me go. Feeling her tightness around me, I grabbed a big handful of hair, pulling her head up, using it as extra leverage to pull her back down on me. "Do you like that? Do you like me pounding. She informed me that even though she was against it she wanted me to escort her there, so she would be wearing her dress, I had had a shower and was just returning to my bedroom to get ready when I passed my mothers bedroom, the door was slightly ajar, as I passed something caught my eye, I stopped and looked though the crack in the door and could see my mother standing with her back to me wearing nothing but the skimpy black thong, what made me stay there and keep looking was the shape of her. I hoped theexpression on his face wasn't because he thought I was talking aboutdiarrhea. After a moment, he nodded and that happy smile appeared again.When it did, the pokey feeling in my chest vanished."Of course. I'll see you in English, then."I started say something in response. Before I could, he moved closer andgave me a hug and a light peck at the corner of my mouth."See you, Pee-Jay," he said, moving off to join the flow of studentsheading up the steps.I stood there, unmoving. I was.