All by yourself?" Missus Stern said incredulously as the tightness in her nipples increased and she wondered if they might be showing."You've been hel...ing students at this school for how many years?" Sid asked rhetorically. "It's about time at least one of them helped you."She really did want to get the big oak reminder of her dearly departed out of sight—and what harm could it do?"Well I really would appreciate it," her reserve cracked."I can come over right after practice," the boy offered.. You could see her abs through her suit, Greg. That’s how cut she was. She was doing moves that I swear aren’t possible. She had a funny name, though. Becky Winkleman? Becky Dinkleberg?”“Becky Finklestein,” I squeaked.“Do you know her?” Courtney asked eagerly.“We’ve met.”“Have you seen her muscles? Isn’t she incredible?”I sat there for a few more minutes and listened to Courtney rave about Becky Finklestein, then I went upstairs to make a frozen pizza. From the basement I could hear my weights. The masked man now poking her sloppy twat rapidly just one finger deep and rigid. The Boss's other hand had a tit grasped like a vice. His hand twisting like her bust was a dial of a large radio. His cock remains horribly hard straight up inside her ass feeling like it was rubbing on the base of her spine."Come on Debbie lets her ya, you know you want to." His hand twisted her tits more. "Come on before I pull ya tit right off!" Debbie was bucking, yelping, her eyes glazed her mouth a cute pink. There was a pep rally at the gym that night an I was glad there we were all alone. Me and her, her beautiful body, what i could see of it, nonwhite, I called her. She looked around to see if anyone ekes was there before she got up from her desk. There were a ton of returned books that needed to be placed back in the racks and she started to sort them. As i watched her ass I could only imagine what it looked like. The skirt was short, real short, barely covering her pussy. I wondered if she.