The second lesson was American History, I had at least met the teacher Mr. Temple before, we took our seats and started the lesson.This lesson if anyt...ing was worse than the last, Mr. Temple had a very bland, monotone voice which made it very hard to concentrate on what he was telling us.I also didn’t think much of his views on the subject, he seemed to have his own viewpoint on how the events he was covering in the textbook, effected the changes in the country. From the way he talked, I also. You turn to meet my eyes,, the only words you could find is "yes Sir"Moving both of your hands above your head I pin both with one of mine,allowing my free hand to begin to roam your body,slowly sliding the tip of my index finger down your neck, you shutterover the collar bone, down the left side of your now heaving breast,down the side of the ribs, you begin to realize how much you wanted more,you begin to contemplate yourself, I shouldn't want this, he is a complete stranger, why am I not. She let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a soulful cry (not quite a squeal but near it). He lingered for a moment relishing the feel and tightness. Then he reared back and in the truest rawest sense of the word began to fuck her. It was like he was in another world, sweat poured from both of them as he trusted harder and harder. She met each thrust willingly, eyes now half open and mouth agape. The word "yes" over and over as she wrapped her beautiful legs around him to keep him from. Ginny tried to defend him, saying something about how generous a man Darren was. I couldn't stop my mouth."Oh yeah, right. You think I don't remember the time he took us all out for dinner? His treat, he boasted, at the best place in town! He tools us around town forever, and then we wind up at his own fucking drive-thru!! I'll never forget that magnanimous gesturing he did at the menu board as he admonished us that price was no object." And you," Ginny sputtered, "ordered 2000 fish filet.