The game was tight going into the fifth innings, we were one run up, we were batting second, and if we could contain them for one more inning we would...win. I think the four of us in the stands were making as much noise as the rest of the crowd combined, as we cheered our team mates on. Unfortunately a home run actually put us now a run down before we could close the inning out. Our team battered the best they did the whole game managing to retake the lead in the sudden death inning.Our game on. I am the best fucker in the school and I know you miss a fat cock!”“W-What are you talking, you bastard?” She was angry.The boy was holding her in her own office and talking shit! His hands slid slowly and she felt her breasts being cupped. The student’s hands began to gently roll her heavy 36D tits, pushing them together, pressing on them. She could hear his breath in her ear as he pressed his mouth close to her neck. His fingers unbuttoned her shirt further down slowly; one button at a time. He pumped her hard and long while he nibbled on her breasts, and she reached down and dug her hands into his butt cheeks, holding him in her. After many minutes of this, he pulled out of her and turned her body to facing the hood and reentered her from behind. One of his hands went to a breast and the other came down her belly, and the heel of the hand rested on her lower belly, as two fingers entered her vagina and found and rubbed her clit until the combination of this and the throbbing and. ”“Okay, I guess I do,” he said, sighing theatrically.“Maybe,” she said, coquettishly.“Can I ask you a question?” he inquired.“Sure. Shoot.”“Are you possibly bipolar, too?”It surprised her and that was clear.“No. Why would you ask me that?”“I seem to remember most of our conversations about ... um ... relationships ... being kind of unhappy.”“Your memory is correct.”“Half an hour ago you kissed me in public.”“Now your memory is faulty. It was only twenty minutes ago,” she said.“And now you’re.