But, thank god, I didn’t get pregnant.After this incident, he used to lift my skirt and grab my boobs and do many other things at school. The teache...’s cabin was big and closed one. Hence, when I went there to get corrections or something, he would put his hand inside my skirt and rub my pussy. He used to make me wet by rubbing. I was always scared thinking someone might catch us. But, at the same time, I used to enjoy it.When he used to rub under, my panties would become so wet that sometimes. I drilled her over and over and she kept shrieking, her sopping pussy full of cock.“Oh shit, what a fuck…” she said. “Ugh, oh fuck, what a cock.”“I’ve wanted to fuck you like this,” I hissed in her ear.“Me too. Ugh.”“And now I’m going to come.”“Me too. Ugh.”I growled like a grizzly as I dumped my second load deep inside her, spurt after spurt, and Susan moaned into the pillowcase. As soon as I pulled my oily driveshaft out of her garage she rolled onto her back and pulled my face to hers for a. He started groaning big time. I was feeling pretty left out so I took his hand and placed it on my left boob. He started rubbing the thumb pad on my nipple and it got rock hard, and then he started twisting and squeezing it which gave me amazing sensations in m pussy. I started moaning too with him in mouth. “Let’s go to my bed.” He had his apartment upstairs and it connected so we did not have to go outside. He raised me up, removed the top, unhooked my bra and let it fall down there, stroking. That sort of came unraveled when Dad died and I never got it back together, what with Mom changing, and then Mister James and I never quite formed a decent relationship. I didn’t have ties to anybody, Tommy. Then YOU came along...”“One dark and stormy night,” I said, “Just like in the stories...”“But you brought me into something that’s bigger than us, baby. Don’t get me wrong. With you, I could be that pioneer woman standing before her homestead, children beside her, husband and provider.