"It's, it's a beautiful car. We don't see Mercedes here that often, so, sorry." I explain as I step back from her car.She looks a bit embarrassed fo... the first time. "No worries. Yeah I won't be driving this one to school. I don't want to stand out too much-- being a new kid on the block is tough as it is." Yeah, good luck with that.Her embarrassment gave me some courage, and I have to ask, "How old are you? Umm, just curious if we'll be in the same classes." I'm 17. I'm going to be a. I'm flattered." mrs. brinson stood from behind the typing desk and rolled it back into the corner from where she got it. "james why don't you come over here and sit in this chair." she said, pulling out the chair from her big desk. as i raised myself of my chair i grabbed a sketchbook to try and conceal my obvious bulge. "james you can leave your book there," she said with a smile on her face. i don't know if i even took a breath during that long walk to her chair, but i remember feeling. John had a hold of my long blonde hair as he directed my attention to the TV. I was on the TV dancing in front of Adam as I played with my pussy. John’s fingers rubbing on my pussy lips were making my juices drip. I watched as I pushed Adam back onto the sofa as I got up into his lap. John shoved two of his fingers deep up into my pussy as I watched myself sitting down onto Adam’s cock.“You wanted that cock in your fucking pussy didn’t you slut,” John said as I started to ride on Adam’s cock.. I realized that my notes cut off mid-thought. Gripping my pencil, I began to scribble some closing remarks.All of the sudden, a hand cramp forced me to drop my pencil. I'd been writing so much today and it seemed my wrist could take no more. I began to massage the cramp, but instead of going away, it quickly intensified, not just in my writing hand, but in the other hand too.A tingle in my abdomen and the beginning of arousal caused me to shift uncomfortably in my seat. I began to worry, this.