.. Kris!Going up to her, Kris just put out her arms. The other woman extended hers, too, palms up, while Kris had her palms down. The two clasped fore...rms and just looked into each other’s eyes. But at the same time, it was almost like I was seeing a two-way flow of electricity through their hands.“Jean?” Kris whispered.“Kristin?” the woman answered.At that moment I had the strangest experience. It was as if I was seeing a movie in my mind. There were two small golden-haired girls, holding. Standing in front of the main entrance is Miss Gupta, the meanest teacher when I attended school. She is now the headmistress. She is very young for her position. At the time she was probably around 30, so now I would guess she is about 40. The rumor was that she was engaged, but her fiancée called off the wedding after he saw how hot her temper was, and she came here to teach instead of getting married. “Hi, Miss Gupta. It is good to see you after so many years.”“Thank you, Haresh. My you have. “I’m gonna rip your cunt apart,” and he lookedlike he might. Wendy was now out of it getting fucked like a rag dollunable to slow him down and not caring, her eyes wherehalf closed and she couldn’t even trash about as shehad orgasm after orgasm. Rob looked a little concernededging forward on the sofa but Joc shot him a nastylook and he sank back, then a minute later Joc pulledhis cock out quickly and stumbled up to offer Wendy hiscock. The poor woman was so fucked she. There was one girl in particular—Jessica Hernandez—who made my life a living hell: long legs, tiny waist, dark Latin hair that reached down to her ass, and absolutely spectacular tits. Skinny everywhere except the bust, that girl was the definition of “top-heavy.” And she was totally devoid of modesty. Each night, Jessica would stroll down the hallway between her room and the showers—a route that took her right past my door—wearing nothing but a frayed bath towel. Still, all that was.