Jenni’s body was responding to the fucking I was giving her. Her hips were bouncing back to meet my thrusts. She spread her legs slightly apart so m... thighs could slap against the back of her hamstrings and the straps to her garter belt, holding up her stockings. And she was very vocal throughout the experience, urging me to fuck her harder. I was very happy to make her fantasy of getting fucked in a parking garage a reality that I completely forgot where we were. I was fucking her so hard that. That sure brought back some fond childhood memories. I picked out a Chicken Dance Elmo for my favorite cousin's little daughter. When Elmo squawked "Elmo wants to be a chicken! Elmo wants to be a duck!" I burst out laughing and all the other adults stared at me.Returning home from the mall, I decided to take a short cut over back country roads my father had told me about. It had turned dark and snowed so hard I could only see a few feet in front of me. A deer suddenly jumped out on the road and. It could have just been a stretch, but the twinkle in her eye and the smile she flashed me suggested it might be for my benefit, and if it was, I'd enjoyed the show."Enough!" Gemma exclaimed. "Doesn't that annoy you?" What?" Sara asked, clearly puzzled by the outburst."Your armpit hair! I mean, I have to shave, I just feel gross if I leave it for more than a few days."Sara smiled and shook her head."No, why should it bother me? It's totally natural, we're meant to have hair." Eww, no way!". And now you may go."Cynthia gasped. "You're using it as an excuse to have less work? Ten seconds? I can't believe it! You are unable to remember any name of any student you teach, you can't explain anything, and now you are trying to avoid work for just ten seconds?"Jones snorted. "You overstep your boundaries, young lady. It's not up to you to judge my teaching or methods. I do as I please. And now get out of here, before I give you an F to teach you manners. I don't have to know your names; I.