I turned my head towards Amanda and saw that she was already awake. She looked upset, too. More than that, even, she was staring daggers and seething ...ith rage. Shit, what a way to start out the day. Nothing for it though but to dive straight in. "Honey? What's wrong?" I asked groggily."Don't you 'honey' me," she snapped. Uh oh. "And you… you…" Her voice trailed off, and suddenly she lashed out and grabbed a fistful of Meowlissa's hair."Raaaaeow!" she screamed as Amanda pulled her off me. I got. Dean frowned at her, watching her get back to being engrossed in her book. ‘I’d love to fuck her over my desk.’ Then he started to think dirty and imagined her bouncing up and down on his cum-covered dick, her school shirt ripped open with her sexiest lacy bra on and her skirt bunched up at her hips. He would pull her bra down and suckle on her beautiful pink nipples, while his hands gripped her ass cheeks and he would help her bounce harder on his dick. Her pretty face contorted as pleasure. Give yourself a moment." Where am I?" Lucy asked confusedly."This is the first aid and aftercare room. I brought you in here to recover and clean you up. Fortunately I didn't break any skin. I don't think there will be a mark on you past tomorrow. So I laid you down and put some lotion on to make you feel better." Lucy had noticed the stinging in her backside felt less sharp than it had been. She pulled herself up and put her head in her hands. She was reeling from what she had just done. She. I smiled as I bit down the urge to tell her that I am available. Hell, I’ve been available for a while. Two months ago, I ended a relationship with Roseanne Battles, a tall, red-haired and green-eyed British chick I met around December. Roseanne was adventurous and fun in bed, but she also had anger issues and a nasty habit of cancelling our dates an hour before we were supposed to meet. I only let a chick do that twice before I get fed up. I told her I didn’t want to see her anymore and she.