With her hands resting between her legs she tries to hide her puffy lips. I steal a quick glance enjoying the bit of her camel toe that is visible. "W...at's wrong Alli?" Her face flushed, from exertion or excitement, I can't tell. She tells me nothing is wrong she just has to catch her breath. Smiling I say ok and enjoy the fact that her left nipple is now getting hard. She got excited from all that, the dirty little girl. I laugh.Suddenly a whistle blows and Jessi calls everyone back to the. She never was exactly lucky to begin with, but she is pretty enough to get breaks most girls miss. Her dark brown hair is silky smooth and falls in waves midway down her shoulder blades. She has dark eyes that look more Middle Eastern than mid-western -- Missouri to be specific, where she grew up in St. Louis. Her tits are not very big, and she is a little heavier in the hips than magazine cover girls, but her ass is firm enough to turn heads when she walks through a room. She stands only. ‘See you tomorrow Mr James’ she called over her shoulder as she walked away from him. He walked straight to his car and sat behind the wheel before looking in his hand, it was her phone number. This was risky. Not that screwing a hot student, on his desk, in the middle of the school day wasn’t. I am going straight to hell. He still hadn’t worked out what to say by the time he got home but thankfully Clara’s car wasn’t in the drive. He went straight upstairs and showered, his intension was to. But I hesitate to throw myself into a conflict where there is no odds of me winning. You remember the joke that Mr. Bowman, the math teacher used to make about lotteries being a tax on people who are bad at math? Well let me say that right now the people who are out learning the lessons that are necessary for humanity to fight the Sa'arm successfully are facing nearly as high odds and they are not going to win anything except another chance to fight the Sa'arm every time they succeed in.