* * * School went on that fall, like usual, except students noticed a quieter Monica O’Toole. She still stood proudly in front of the girls’ locke... room mirror and admired her body, singing the chorus from “Don’cha,” and occasionally bumping and grinding as she sang, but the more public displays—like descending the main stairway in a thin t-shirt—had stopped. Some of the boys asked why. “I don’t feel like it,” she snapped. She couldn’t very well explain she was going to give it up for. 12:56! If he kicked it into high gear, he might get to the front desk before the top of the hour.As he closed in on the gym his eyebrows scrunched. He didn’t recognize it. It looked like someone had bought it out and completely refurbished the place. Mother hadn’t told him about that. She’d just given him the address and time to be there. Still, it wasn’t too much of a surprise. Lots of businesses were being retrofitted these days.’Hot Spurts? That’s an interesting name... ‘Andrew gazed into. “Andy?”“Yes, Davy?”“Let’s go fuck!”“Fabulous idea!” she exclaimed heading for the bedroom.I know I have said this before, but, believe me, it is worth saying again. Andy looked like every man’s idea of a sex goddess. Just looking at her, naked, that sexy grin on her face, made me quiver like a wet dog. After I undressed and lay down, she rolled on top of me. I would have expected a programmed woman to be like a robot, emotionless, mechanical. But, her beautiful, blue eyes were alive with. Pussy farted - wet slipping sounds gushing - rushing. Legs went wide - his chest covered my chest between my breasts and his body sank inside the folds of my thighs.“That’s it, baby! That’s it! Got my cock, baby! Ride it, baby!” I felt his throbbing firm shaft inundate my tight cavern just as my throbbing passion crested. And I climaxed. A wet burning unrestrained orgasm. I threw my arms around his sweaty back, sweeping my fingers through his long hair, locked my legs around his legs and.