You know what I’m talking about, but what other choice did I have? I was going to offer sex to my professor for a passing grade. It’s not like I w...s going to give anything away that I couldn’t keep—I mean my pussy wasn’t going to wear out or anything. I was just going to share what I had for what I needed. The problem was, I don’t like the asshole. He’s an arrogant middle-aged horndog who’s always eyeing the girls and making suggestive remarks that make us uncomfortable. I also don’t like the. Upon seeing it, my mom’s head jerked back and she got all flustered and said “ohhh my, that’s gonna be a problem, a big problem”. After thinking about what she had just said, she tried to clarify by saying “I don’t mean “it’s big”, although it certainly is, I mean it’s going to cause big problems”. Finally, she just said “put the towel over it and hold it down, this won’t take that long. As I held Mr. Troys throbbing cock against his belly, mom went about removing the old bandage, washing all. But you guys would have to do something for me too then," I said slowly."What's that?" Kyle spoke for all of them again."You gotta, um ... Play with me too," I said."What?"... "Yeah!"... "Sure!"... "We'll do that!" They were all speaking at once, excited and eager."I didn't agree yet!" I warned them. Inside I wasn't sure it would really be a good idea, but they had me thinking. I couldn't help that!"Grab my bag over there." I pointed and John sat closest, so he got up and grabbed my backpack. He tugged her to him, and hugged her close, kissing her all over her face. At last, he blurted out, "Euphemia, my love! Thank you for sharing this with me. I love you more than ever, now."There came a knock at the bedroom door. "Is it all right to come in?" said Isabella."Of course!" said Ebenezer. "Our wonderful Euphemia has been unloading her guilt, completely unnecessarily. She is a great girl, and I am pleased she married us, Isabella."Isabella walked slowly in, clearly still unsteady with.