Well, I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt, and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, so I had one more for desser.... Then I fumbled in my closet to my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt and I washed my face and combed my hair, then stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.****Yeah well, it wasn't a Sunday — I don't think — but that was just about my usual morning routine anyway. Only when I hit the street I had a mission; I headed for the local. ’ So after hunting down some good and sturdy hot dog cooking sticks, that was exactly what we did. Sadly, we lost one weiner, who fell off into the flames to his untimely demise, but all the other ones cooperated. Becky pronounced them the finest franks imaginable and I had to agree, although the company was what made them special. As night fell, I brought out marshmallows, that we were able to use our sticks on. And although we both agreed we were not all that crazy about marshmallows, they. In all of my years as a teacher I had never seen every girl in class in a skirt and blouse before. I must admit that I also never saw a girl in a skirt that long before in many years either, as mini skirts were the rule in public school not the exception.As I looked around the classroom the girls were mostly attractive in a plain way since makeup was frowned upon too. The girls could not were jewelry except for a wristwatch and simple pierced earrings. Otherwise they were all dressed in white. Then suddenly he had me on my back, on the cement, and he was banging me so hard. he grabbed my left leg up with his right hand, leaned back a little (making me have to lift my ass in the air) and started fucking me so hard it was making my whole body jump with every motion he made inside of me. I could feel the pressure building inside of me and that's when i said "OHHHH GOD UNCLE ! AH AH AH OHHHHHHHH Yeeeahhhhhhh, oh yeah !" i was screaming up above me, gritting me teeth and panting even.