I can tell you, about 250 high school boys wish it had been their hand. That night I had one of thousands of "wet" dreams thinking about Karen Whitley...and touching her thigh. I'll bet their was tons of male sperm wasted that night. The next day we were all brought back to reality when George showed up at school with two black eyes.Karen Whitley was a walking dream. She always wore clothes that showed off her curves. Skirts and dresses one size to small and a hint of perfume as she glided past.. Fear struck Shepard's heart then; an absolutely gargantuan ship rose from the colony. Lightning was zapping off the sides of the dreadnaught as it rose through the clouds. She'd never seen anything like that, and ship designs were one of her specialties. The fear of the unknown, the fear of something so large being unknown, struck at the cum-covered Alliance engineer.The woman was shouting off screen again, still firing, "--eed evac! They came out of nowhere. We need -"The image cut off. Everyone will be at their first class. You can cut, and since I don't have one, we should be fine." I better not," Nancy teased.Mr. Dixon reached in his pocket and pulled out several folded twenty-dollar bills."How 'bout this? Will you, for this?"He handed the money to Nancy.She took it, put it in her white purse. "Well, okay then."Nancy and Mr. Dixon sneaked into the faculty men's room. It was a little bit chillier in the cement darkness of the facility.Mr. Dixon turned on a light, a dull. On the other hand, there was an interesting flexibility to Betsy's cunt, which seemed to expand easily with each thrust of his fingers."Holy fucking Jesus!" Betsy yelped as he thrust his fingers up her cunt, all the way to the knuckles. She lurched upward, her cunt and ass hovering above him, too far to reach with his tongue but very much within the range of his hand. He jabbed her again, folding his thumb into the hollow of his palm, and twisted his hand around and around, fighting with her.