Thank God for Miss Grundy. The assistant principal hadbailed him out again and gotten the meeting back ontrack. Mr. Bixly was sure that Miss Grundy ha... seen himgrowing, knew that he was getting his jollies. He wouldhave to pay her back. Maybe he would humiliate one of theyoung football jocks in front of her. Perhaps a stripsearch, a spinster like her should like that.Miss Grundy continued, “Not only ruined it for yourclassmates but for their parents, ruined it for thefaculty and ruined it. "You remember this afternoon? When you helped me when I was... unsettled?" How could I ever forget that?" he said, looking into her eyes."Well, my poor sister is still... unsettled... and, well, gee honey, it just doesn't seem fair. Do you think maybe you could help her?" She kissed him with soft lips and flicked her tongue into his mouth. "Like you helped me?"Rudy was stunned. He turned his head. Dee was still standing by the door, looking distinctly... unsettled. He looked back at his wife,. "Now listen slut," I leaned close and whispered into her ear, if you whisper your voice can't be identified. "Just as long as you don't know who I am, you're safe and I will leave you alive and unharmed, do you understand me?"I wasn't expecting any reaction from her but I think she got the message.Her nightclothes were, I suspect, just an old but comfortable T-shirt and it was time for it to be removed. With my knife I cut through the thick bit at the neck and then just tore it from her body.. She tossed a pillow to me and I put my head on it as I lay my body down with my cock pointing upward. She came over, stood over me so I could see her hairy pussy. It was already wet with some kind of juices. She grinned down at me, then she stepped on my cock. Shit! I almost shot right then. She was indeed a little dancer. She stood on my cock with both feet and began to massage my prick with her toes. God! I came all over my stomach and her feet. I could not hold it for the life of me. She.