"John reached over and pinched her arm and she yelped, "Ouch, why'd yah do that?"He answered, "Because you asked me too. So do you think we're dreamin...?"She looked cautiously around the room and responded, "If this is a dream, don't wake me!"John turned toward Jennifer and suggested, "Why don't you sit down at the table and I will pick up the pot of gold so we can examine it more closely?"She replied, "Okay, but I'm too scared to go over to the table."John pulled her close and replied, "Don't. It glides effortlessly, sending jolts of electricity throughout my body. My hips fight against the restraints holding down my legs to embed him in me, but he counters my moves and kept on sliding up and down my slit before tapping my clit with his cock head, only making me more desperate. “Whose pussy is this?” Mr. Carter asks forcefully. Without a thought, I give a muffled response through my panties. “Whose pussy is this?” he repeats again before spanking my bottom. I moan out louder, unable. .." Oh, come on, Cindy. You teed it up. I had to swing." Good one!" Wasn't original," I said. "I read it somewhere. Just put in storage for one day..." And I set up the straight line for you..." She grinned. "So, d'ya FEEL anything different?" I'm not sure," I said. "It's ... knowing it's there ... I might be imagining things. I feel a bit satisfied..." Smug, maybe?"I looked at Cindy's face. My sister, just as sure as if Mom brought 'er home wrapped in a blanket. "Cindy, not smug. Not at all.. She made the decision to screw Joe, knowing how he was and knowing how it would end. Part of me hated seeing her hurt, but another part watched her suffer with a detached feeling of satisfaction. I instantly regretted that when she wadded up her trash and stormed off. I couldn’t swallow around the painful lump in my throat until it went away.After lunch I tossed my trash and headed back to my locker. The hallway where my locker was located was also the hallway that led to the boarders’ dorm..