”“I’m not sure. I just keep getting this feeling that it’s a dead end.”“Have you talked about the future?” I asked.“Only in a general ...ay, because I still have another year before I graduate and then three years of law school.”“I take it you can’t see yourself spending the rest of your life with him.”“No. I don’t know...” she sighed. “I guess I don’t feel close to him. Not even close like you and me, and nothing like you and Clarissa.”“Will you do me one important favor? Please?”“What?”“Stop. She’d split her legs as far as she could in the cramped hide out, driving my face into her cunt, then wrapping her legs around my head when I got her sweet spot.The arch in her back told me she was getting close. Her moans were getting louder and more urgent. Had she forgotten about the teacher? Had he gone or did she just not care any more? A spasm rippled though her body, and she fell limp.I straightened up. The teacher was gone, Jenna was lying flat on the ground, still panting and still. " I watched as her big red lips split in a relieved smile. "Just know that if you ever leave this, Harold..." I left the rest unsaid, and held back my own grin as I saw her eyes dart to the bulge in my pants. I swear I saw her tongue touch her soft lips momentarily, before she shook herself, and looked anywhere but at me."Thanks," I could hear the relief in her voice as I noticed her body visibly relax. "I know I don't deserve it, but thanks. And trust me," her eyes finally lifted back to mine,. I was snarling rage as I clocked out. I headed back to my car and drove home. My daughter, Amber, had dinner started. She was bubbly, in such a good mood, almost glowing, her black hair sweeping behind her. I frowned at my eighteen-year-old daughter. I swear she had gotten laid today.“Anything happen at college?” I asked.“Just the most awesomest lesson from Ms. Marcie,” she said. “All the girls were involved.”I grunted. “Sounds fun.”She nodded her head. “How was work?”“It was going great right.