I was out of mymind with lust and telling Irene over and over how goodwhat she was doing felt, I don’t think I had ever beenin quite such a stat... before, where I totallysurrendered myself to another person, man or woman.Irene could do whatever she wanted to me and I wouldn’thave stopped her. Her lips and tongue felt so amazing on my pussy and shewas teasing my cunt unmercifully, making me beg her tomake me cum, when I felt her fingers slip into myraging pussy and then she put a. She was a quite a cut-up, with snarky remarks and a running commentary on what was going on. Her name was Betty and she was going into her first year of teaching. Turned out she was going to teach the same bunch of ninth graders that I was going to have.At the welcome dinner that night, she sat next to me and we became friends. I liked the way she touched my arm when she wanted to share something with only me. She was gregarious with the other teachers and seemed to fit in real easy. I hung. Like that day in the restaurant… It started innocently enough, with the stroking of a bare arm, smiling into each others’ eyes and the clasping of hands. Then Shaunna saw her eyes light up. She slipped her hand under the table and caressed a bare thigh. Flitting fingers from the outside of her thigh to the soft skin inside made her squirm in her seat. Shaunna could only look at her, eyes widening. She smiled in response — that impish smile. The hand swept up, stroking warm skin, melting her. "Even a stopped clock is right, twice a day. I'm telling you, this rookie can not hit your stuff! He cannot! His record proves it. It's not a fucking hunch, it's a fact!" What if this is the second time?" I asked.The plate umpire was coming out to see what accounted for the delay."Second time?" Paul said. "What are you talking about?" You said 'even a stopped clock is right twice a day.' Well -- He's already gotten me -- once." We're doing probabilities, here, Alex! And I say the probability.