It was late February and the winter still held Gatlinburg in its claws. My daily trips to the sensei were one thing I was reluctant to skip, so I was ...taying in my suite for a few nights to avoid the icy roads. The suite came with a wonderful gas fireplace, and I loved to stay in, curl up, and fall asleep on the comfortable sofa facing the fire.Eventually hunger trumped comfort, and I set out to destroy a steak and sweet potato, like any good American male would. The cold air bit into my skin. I rubbed my hands on her belly and squeezed her waist several times. I got on top again and started humping her vigorously. She was almost screaming now.I picked her up by her waist, hugged her, and continued humping her. She was now bouncing up and down on my shaft. I reached down and squeezed her butt and started moving her hips in rhythm to my strokes. She had closed her eyes now and was thoroughly enjoying the ride. After a few more minutes of humping, I was getting close to shooting off my. "Good evening, officer," I replied, smiling. "Do you know how fast you were driving back there?" she asked. "To be totally honest, I am not sure, but I don't think I was going too fast," I replied. "You were doing thirty-five in a twenty-five zone," she stated, "that's ten over the speed limit." "Wow. I didn't realize that I was going so fast. I'm very sorry about that," I said. "Your driver's license, and vehicle registration, please," she asked. "Sure," I replied. I removed my driver's. “I’ll bet that’s it,” Phoebe said. “Mr. Dane, do you ever think…” She paused, searching for the right words and finding that they weren’t quite there. “I mean, have you noticed anything strange lately? About the school year? Or any of the girls in class?”“Everyone’s passing my civics class so far, that’s pretty unusual. Do you think it’s magic?” He winked in a way that she was pretty sure grown-up teachers shouldn’t do to their 18-year-old students, and without quite meaning to she crossed her.