**Thanks. I needed that.* Rose saw the suspicion on the teacher's face, asthough she was aware of the conversation. Or was guessing the truth. Shedrop...ed her eyes to her book and notes, and prepared to pay attention. After surviving English, she expected to relax somewhat in Changes. No such luck. She learned that the paper she (like the rest of the class) was workingon could account for as much as 30% of her final grade in the class. Andthey would be expected to keep up with the rest of their. I’d also noticed that they seemed to have a lot of company and most of them were men. I just nodded and kept listening.“The stupid idea got stuck in my head a few years ago when a coworker that was maybe 10 years older than me invited me to his place after work. I quickly found out it wasn’t just to watch football and drink beer. His somewhat plump wife was serving and every time she brought us another round she was wearing less clothing. By the time she was naked I was lit and horny and she. It was as much an exaggeration as her accent. She had travelled to Dublin for a week’s holiday when she was nineteen and so fell in love with the life, culture and language, she immediately cultivated the accent. She listened or watched Terry Wogan, the famous BBC broadcaster and in her opinion, speaker of the most perfect Irish accent and started there. Any programme that featured an Irish accent was recorded and she would practice at home. Brian pretended not to notice of course, and kept up. He shot his load right into my face. The cum was all over my glasses, my face, and my shirt. Some of it even got on my hair. Again I was in shock. I sat there motionless for a few moments. It was so surreal I didn't even notice the cock disappear from the hole. When I came to my senses I was alone. Slowly, I got up and washed up in shear disbelief.Before I left the bathroom I looked in the stall again. I don't know why. Maybe I wanted the cock to reappear or I was wondering if it was all just a.