I reallysquirted that time. Is it weird that I hoped me squirting was oncamera?We went like that for several minutes, with him varying the speed andoc...asionally pulling out to make me degrade myself more for the video.After one really intense begging session, Alex spun me around pushed meonto my hands and knees and proceeded to drive himself back up my ass.I was surprised at the suddenness of it, but I was so happy since thiswas exactly the stimulation I wanted. I started fucking back as hard. I got my scissors out my school bag and hopped into the shower. I trimmed my hairs as short as possible and once done showering looking in the mirror again I much preferred the way it looked and felt. Soon it was Monday and Dylan and I met in our quiet spot at school. We kissed and chatted as we normally did. It was a busy week and the days flew by. Before I knew it, it was Saturday afternoon and I had discussed with my family that I was meeting with my friends for movies. I obviously met up. Grumpily, Grace grumbled. "Reconsider what?" "The breast feeding business!" "And, why - May I ask! - would I want to do that?" "Well..." Greg returned with a yawn, "If you went with bottles, I could pitch in and lend a hand. You know, as in I could alleviate you of having to attend to some or, perhaps all of these two o'clock feedings for you. You know, so you could get a good night's sleep. You know, like every once in awhile." "I mean, as it is now - You know, with you breast feeding like you. The boys residence was on the east side of the school, the girls on the west, and the teachers residences and detention rooms were on the north face. These detention rooms were used to conduct regular detentions as well as overnight punishments (a sort of solitary confinement with only the bare essentials - a far cry from the numerous facilities boasted by the normal pupils residences). Miss Moone herself was a fair woman, with what she would call an ample chest. Her 34C's gave her some drawing.