” “What was that?” Mr Carlo looked even more annoyed. “Yes, Sir,” I pronounced more clearly, looking him straight in the eyes. *** After the...bell rang everyone rushed out of class as fast as possible, being a Friday afternoon. I sat at my desk, upset that Mr Carlo was annoyed at me. I wanted to get him alone, but not like this. “Cara.” I looked up. “Please shut the blinds so the other students don’t pull faces at the window and come and sit by my desk.” I did as he requested before sliding a. The strawberries were washed and sliced nice and thinly. The apples were uncored and sliced into rings. The peaches were ripe and juicy. The sandwiches were fresh and delicious. And the big blanket was nice and soft to sit on. Everything was perfect. We didnt need a lot for the picnic. I wore my favourite white cotton knee length dress and white flatsole sandals. I had pony tailed my hair. How my baby likes it best. I had my sunglasses and my little white back pack. And a huge smile on my face.. ”As he disappears, I turn to Catherine, feeling sure she’s a shade of scarlet under the hood. “Did I say the right thing?” I ask.“Yes,” Catherine breathes. “Of course. I’ll be your bit of rough, Mark, but I won’t be just anybody’s.”I nod, even though there’s something in her voice that I just can’t decipher. But I feel obscurely proud too. “Your bird’s got fucking awesome tits.” I’m out in public – well, semi-public at least – with an incredibly gorgeous and sexy woman. That’s never happened to. I twine my fingers in your hair and lean into you rubbing my pussy against your hard cock. You run your fingers through my hair and pull me back toward the couch. I reverse our positions and push you down onto it.Getting on my knees in front of you between your legs, I begin to knead your thighs with my hands slowly rubbing first the outside, then the inside then back to the outside again. You take your shirt off and I run my tongue along your stomach and down over your hips urging you to.