"She can't be a guest, she's a former student!" he said."Well, then she's a visitor." No such category!" Is she a teacher?" No!" Is she a parent?" No!... he was getting dark red in the face."Is she a student?" Not any more!" Well, then she's a guest. Unless she's a janitor." Don't be fresh with me!"So I got angry. "Don't be such a twit!"So we got marched to the principal's office.The principal's secretary phoned my home. There was no response. (I don't know why Rob didn't answer. Maybe he went. “Fucking hell ... yes! Bloody ... fucking ... hell!” Thandie begged me for more as she bucked her hips and met me stroke for stroke.I felt my own cheeks being pried apart and knew what was up ... Dean entered my backdoor and got busy using my cornhole to his own delight. Yeah, I loved sodomy, too, of course. Being sandwiched between Dean and Thandie was a truly delicious experience, particularly with the sight of her caramel bottom that surrounded my dick and squeezed it like a vice. Her moans. I see you love your bourbon. That's a turn on, you know. What's a little sweetie like you doing all alone?" I thought for a moment that I had lost her. She started to turn away, but suddenly she smiled. "Is that a Rainbow flag pin in your lapel, cowboy? Why are you wearing that? Does it make you lucky with everyone?" "Hell, I think it's great because they don't give a damn what you are, just so long as you do the right thing, you know? That's all I care about. Stay the fuck out of my life. She wondered if she could write a report on this instead. She reasoned that subject matter was far more titillating and could start a debate on whether this was progressive or regressive. It could be an in depth study with her going undercover as a sex wrestler herself and describing her own experiences.Jennifer chuckled to herself over the silly notion. She would never have the guts to actually go through with something a wild as sex wrestling. She couldn’t even stand in front of her mirror in.