"And they DID." I- I was to be, umm, une Ange," Francine mumbled."I- I'm sorry, you were going to be one of the French Angels?" Sophieasked."In exchan...e for the sponsorship," Amelie said. "But, obviously, itdid not happen, and our father has withdrawn his sponsorship andblamed Joshua Benedict. Even though he is not in charge of Les Anges,Catherine Dujardin is." And- and didn't Joshua Benedict come out as gay just beforeChristmas?" Sophie asked."Oui," Amelie said. "Our father has avoided. My first thought was “She is not that old that she should forget what she wanted to say” but I suddenly noticed what the problem was. She was staring at the bulge in my trousers and forgot to speak. Poor Rose, she had probably not had a man since the divorce. She noticed that I looked at her so she quickly looked at my face but she couldn’t keep her eyes away any longer period. She looked longer and longer at the bulge in my tight jeans. I could then see that her nipples started to get hard. It. Most of themweren't even looking like at my face but like undressing my body withlike their eyes. I noticed the girls were either like all friendly andstuff trying to suck up to me and another girl who was also a cheerleaderin this class, whose name I think was Tori.And the other half of girls were looking all like jealous and stuff. Teehee! "It sucks to be you loser bitches," I was like saying in my head!Finally, after like 4 more classes, lunch time came and like Becca andmost of the other. Only a few inches of my cock slid out with each stroke and pelvic tilt.My pubic bone kissed the end of the butt plug with each gentle thrust. My cock deeply embedded—I knew was pressing from the inside against her clit and completely filling her womb. My full, swollen ball sack pushed tight against her pussy lips. I could keep up this rocking, fucking motion all night.Thirty minutes passed. The candles burned low. I poured more oil on my hands, leaned over and massaged her back and shoulders..