You just smiled accepted but informed me that its due on monday and I was going home for the weekend. We decide to work on the project then because it...was our last class. We get to a crowded library and find a small end table with 2 seats near the back of the first floor. We begin working on our project and our endless small talk continues. After about an hour or so you look over at me with the sexiest look in your eye and say "so are you always that excited to see me?" I blush and and want to. Anna headed over to the plumbing section and went straight to the shower stalls. When a nice tall blonde man about mid 30's came around the corner she asked him if he could help her. She asked if he would get in the shower so she could see how much room was in it. He did and after having him move around she opened the door and stepped in with him. He was very nervous about this, so Anna broke the ice by saying said "how much room do you have?" as she raised both arms up and acted like she was. A little later I felt myself moving. It was not an in and out, out and in game. Something sublime was taking place. How can something so lovely, so elevating and so life giving be called wrong? There were no ahs and ohs, or maybe they were there but all I sensed was a music, an ecstasy or something so delicious and out of this world as they say. I don’t know English very well, I think in a different language, dream in a different language and here I am to write it in English, but I think, had I. “Tiffany,” she asked, “How much do you know about sucking a boy’s cock?” Miss Mallory began wanking Timmy’s nonchalantly as she waited for Tiffany’s answer.“I know a lot about sucking cock, Miss Mallory,” Tiffany said proudly.“Yeah, she’s a really nasty cock-slut!” Timmy responding, sticking up for his girlfriend and having recently learned that ‘nasty,’ when it comes to sex, means ‘very good.’“That she is,” Mr. Walker agreed.“Well, maybe your teacher can still show you a thing or two,” Miss.