I followed him out of the classroom, he stood with the door open till I walked past him, and he slowly closed the door behind me. I turned to face him... I had to look up to lock my eyes on his. He started saying mmm, youve been a bad student today Olivia. I was puzzled by this, so I asked what did I do? Youve been very distracting, wearing those skimpy clothes. He said this in a sexy, kind of controlling voice. Its the school uniform I said confused by what he was saying. Youve got detention. Having witnessed the effect it had on her dad's very hard cock,which was a bit bigger than mine,and thicker aswell,on seeing her shaven cunt & tits,it gave me wonderful thoughts about me seeing him fuck the arse off her beside me,especially after our wedding at some stage,in his own garden on the grass bare arsed.After dropping her off down at her dad's,only wearing a t-shirt and very,very obscene cut off denim shorts,where the thinnest of narrow strips of material was inside her cunt lips,her. In primary school I would usually stroll down the hallways, having only but my thoughts as occupation. I was fairly smart for my age, at least smarter than most of the other kids attending the school. My patient teacher tried to repeat as much of the curriculum as possible. He probably just wanted to give the slow learners a fair chance, but for me it had been dreadful. I only needed one lesson to comprehend his teachings and consequently I struggled to keep my mouth shut at the others. One day. It was all so simple. I figured that since my husband had died, than the best thing for me was to go and join him.” “So what happened?” “It was a bit cool on the night that I decided to go ahead and take my life. I’d picked out my wedding dress, figuring that then I would look as beautiful to him, as when we were married. He’d loved me in that, so what better way to greet him once again?” “It is rather romantic.” Andrea smiled, looking out into the room, and still seeing no one. It was also.