If she had to do oral favors for a 'C', what would Jamie have to do improve a 'D'?Curiosity got the better of me and that evening, just after school, ... again snuck into Ms McKlain room and hid under her desk. Within ten minutes I heard them both enter the room with Jamie obviously very pissed."What the hell is this? A 'D'? How can you give me a 'D'?" Well Jamie, this was a very poorly done paper, I felt it didn't deserve any better than a 'D'." Do you really think so? Well I'm sorry you think. She rolls over to face me, though I can only see her outline in the darkness. We embrace for a moment before I encourage her onto her belly. I run my hands along the lengths of her hair and I feel her relax before I start to explore her body in the dark. I use my fingers, mouth, legs, cheeks, teeth, everything to touch and arouse us both. I linger a little longer at the more interesting and tasty parts of her body. I find her arse and take time to massage the cheeks before I insert the very tip. I thought it might help fit into the crowd but even that seemed optional; nobody seemed to notice the bare buttocks and genitalia waving past their eye-line. Nobody except me. I couldn't take my eyes off of them.I found myself a corner and sat and did what I do best; people watch. It was a joy to sit and absorb the atmosphere and consider what people were thinking. I have never been one for loud music, or for base beats that seem to vibrate through the soles of your feet, but there it. . What's happening! Help! Dad! Somebody help!" She started mumbling and soon her tone was reaching a scream. That's when I called her."Erika," I said in a low voice."Oh my God! Who are you!? What are you doing to me!? DAD!!" She screamed, squirming incessantly.I approached and gripped her throat tight, shushing her."Now, just be quiet, I need you to listen," but she ignored me and screamed again for her dad, so I tightened my grip choking her and she squealed, "Erika, I have your dad too and,.