Barton was gone. “Know how?”“More or less,” truthful, it being an OR. It’s not that often that your teacher says she needs one.“That’s t...e ticket,” once I started on her heel.Finished with my assignment, l made designs in the sand. I like to draw. It wasn’t as if I’d other plans than walking around looking for girls.Ms. Rennick sat up and looked around. Good thing she didn’t look down, though, as with her straps over her shoulders, her top had slipped to expose the beginnings of areola. Almost. I liked them but I don't think I loved them." She hesitated and continued when Bill didn't say anything. "I wanted my first time to be special like mom described." She blushed even deeper and said, "She didn't go into a lot of detail but said the first time was special and I should treat it that way."Bill nodded before saying softly, "Mary. You need to understand this. Yesterday wasn't the first time you made love. Yesterday something was taken from you but it wasn't the first time you gave. To me that was a warm up, and I always wanted more. I just loved sucking on big cock, the bigger the better. I think that was the problem, I sucked on them so long that it made the sex so short. It was a Monday in the middle of the school year when I got a new history teacher. He was hot! It looked like he had just started teaching classes, fresh from college. He stood about 6' 3 and weighed about 220 pounds. He was nicely built and was so fuckable! His dark jet black hair and light clear blue. "Why don't you go do a few laps on the track? I'd like to spend some time alone with Mrs. Richards." Sounds like a good idea," Mr. Harold agreed. "I'll see you later, Shirley." Bye, Paul!" she said without looking up. Shirley. I'd never even known her first name.Mr. Harold left, and I quickly sent out a "keep away" order to maintain our privacy. Shirley looked around and asked me, "So, what's on your mind, John?" Could you turn around and look at me?" I requested. Shirley swiveled her chair.