THAT'S IT... WE'RE GONNA DO THIS INSTEAD... GO ON AND TURN AROUND BOY... TURN AROUND AND LEAN OVER, PUT YOUR HANDS DOWN FLAT ON YOUR DESK... LETS GO, ...OME ON!"I gulped down hard as I turned around slowly and then once I was facing away from him I raised my hands up over my desk when I noticed they were trembling. I placed them down flat on my desk like he said to and I prepared myself for what was coming since I knew exactly where this was heading. The whole time I was picturing that white boy. She was getting so beautiful, which she always was of course. Her chest was getting huge, and he'd graduated from being able to touch them to being able to kiss them. Sex ruled his every waking thought. When was she going to let him, how good would he be, what would it feel like, how often would they do it? Sometimes in class he would just think about her body and how much he wanted to do her. His friend Josh's girlfriend had let him eat her out. He'd said it was like heaven. Ryan wanted to do. She spit on his well endowed erection and slapped it on her nice sized breasts.“Mmm. Do that shit again.”“You like it when I do that shit?"“Yeah, do that shit for Daddy," Sam said, moaning.RING.The bell rung to go to their next period. Sam had not yet climaxed yet.“Shit,” Sam said.“It’s ok. I got you,” Kayla replied. Kayla then started tit-fucking Sam Prescott, which was a situation she never thought she would be doing in her wildest dreams. She started moaning as she took him in.“Ugh. Ugh.... Now the conversation turned to sports, oneupmanship, bragging. And then it became physical. Apparently both Jake and Seth used to wrestle, or maybe still did. They tried out moves on each other on the carpet, and I sat, feeling horny and scared and as fascinated as if that tattoo of a snake on Mike's chest was a hypnotic cobra rather than a striking rattlesnake."You know," Mike said, when the other two lay back on the floor, catching their breath, "there's this thing like Tinder." He played.