England was now run by a ruthless dictator. All over the country there were gangs running things, there were no big cities or towns left just small vi...lage’s run by friends of the dictator. In one part of the country a village of 60 people had been raided by a gang of teenagers but unbeknown to the raiders the village chief had been told of the raid in advance and had set traps catching 6 of the raiders with the rest either being killed or driven off. The morning after the raid the village. And most guys ask me one common question whether these are just fictions are a real one. As I said in my previous stories, all these are my real life incidents. I just wanted to share the world my slutty sex experiences.Coming back to the sex story. By the time we left the restaurant, it was around 10.30 PM. Shyam began to drive the car and I was sitting in front.Soon we reached the highways. After all the pain vanished I was in urge for sex. I shamelessly asked Shyam to fuck me. He knows that. She looked at me like I was a murderer and I couldn’t think of a single thing to say.“Mr. Snead, what is going on?” she asked, her voice dripping disdain. “I saw Mrs. Swanson go into your room after our team meeting and then I saw you run out to your truck with someone wrapped up in a tarp.”I stuttered and lied by saying that I had been working a sculpture and I moved it to my truck because I didn’t have the space in my classroom. “That’s a horrible lie, Mr. Snead.” She tried to take a peek. I could feel my cheeks flushing but had nothing to say. Obviously my sheepish look said enough and she laughed out loud unable to control herself. I was completely embarrassed and tried to come up with something to say. “Umm, guys do that huh?” “Yes” she answered with a tone that said it was ok. “I saw you watching me tonight Brent. Honestly, I’m flattered.” “Flattered, but you likely think I’m a jerk though.” “Umm, nope. Just flattered,” she answered with a smile. I must have still looked a.