I’d had this little scenario in mind just before she started where I would do what she was doing and then try to turn it into a sixty-nine, and if s...e didn’t like that, too bad, her fingers were good enough for me. As soon as I thought of fingers, there they were, two of them, sliding straight in.“bloody hell Claire, you feel like you’re on fire!” She said, lifting her head for a moment, then her tongue was at it again, and I was gripping the bedrail and shuddering. She slipped another finger. Enough!, Wilkinson bellows. Wow. Her ex-pornstar appearance completely belies the animal within. I feel sorry for her husband, or husbands. She seems that type of woman, but who am I to judge? Her hawklike eyes scrutinize the class before her, silent and staring. I then take the chance to gaze up again and observe my new classmates. None look exactly the nicest of chaps, and there seems to be only two cliques of girls, sluts and goths. What the fuck? Did they purposefully put me in this class. “It has to be a special place.”“Mmm,” Stefani agreed as she switched nipples. She nipped my right nub.Pleasure shot down to my clit.“What do you mean?” I asked, trembling between them.Zoey’s fingers pressed harder on my clit. She massaged that little nub as she shoved her other hand between my thighs, too. These digits ran up and down my tight silt, parting my plump vulva to stimulate my delights inside.Then she penetrated me.I groaned as her fingers sank into my juicy depths. I squeezed down. After that, the teacher came over to our table and took our assignment as class ended. Julie stood up, adjusted her skirt, while I was in absolutely no condition to stand after that conversation, and remained seated at the table. Julie leaned over and asked, “Hey, I was just thinking… Do you have any plans today after school?” “Not really, just heading home.” I replied, while hoping that this was heading where I thought it could be heading. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Was it really.