~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As weeks passed, Nicole made little effort to settle into life without Armand. She had trouble sleeping and ate very little most days....Demi could not offer much support, as she was leaving Paris within a few weeks. Nicole felt the whole world had gone mad. Country against country, and man against man, and the horrors of the persecution of Jews was the worse. The stories coming back into France about Hitler made Nicole sick to her stomach. People were being tortured to death. You smile back up at her weakly. "Sorry."Taylor shakes her head. "The trip's gonna be over in fifteen minutes and you haven't even started on Megan's Spanish homework." Sorry," you say again. She's standing in the aisle while you sit next to her, so her large breasts in her tight cheerleader top are at eye level. You move the math book to hide the tent in your pants. Then you cover the math homework with your hand, hoping she doesn't notice that you're nowhere near done."You're always sorry,". I want your cock. I want your dirty old man cock in my little teenage pussy."With that, Ray got up, leaving Abby leaning on the stage, her jeans undone, but still on. Her tits jiggled slightly as she lay back, and she watched Ray get up and pull off his pants, letting his cock spring out.He knelt down, and put his semi-hard cock right into Abby's mouth, letting her take it in. As he did so, he reached down, and slid his hand inside her jeans, roughly massaging her slick pussy, before sliding. I stared him out, though, and he lowered his gaze and the balance of power had shifted to me.“So, Tim,” I said, musing as I looked through the pages of the magazine, “I liked this set of pictures and story.” I flipped open the magazine at the page I had found earlier about a woman who caned her husband. “What do you think?” I could tell Tim knew the story.“Have you got a cane?” he asked almost in a whisper. He had forgotten that I do amateur dramatics and we were doing a play about a school in.