"Uhhhhhhhhhh . . . no sir . . . not really. They were like you know rubbing me and stuff down there but they didn't put their . . . uh . . . there ah ... . . long things inside of me," she said still not believing her math teacher was rubbing his thick thumb along the slippery edge of her pussy. "You mean their COCKS, don't you Katie?" he asked as he moved closer to the shaking girl and began to rub his own hidden cock up against her bare hips moving one of his hands off her. The girl was now. When they returned they would just relax and fool around until bedtime. By then both were sexually sated so sleep came quickly.By Monday, though, she was ready for some different hands on her body and other cocks between her legs. She had become very good at separating in her head the sex with different men, focusing on whoever was being intimate with her at any given moment. When one coupling was finished it became a memory and then it was on to the next. But it did bother her more and more. One last shameful part left”.He stood right in front of my ass, with my butt hole still pointing at the ceiling. He ran his hands all over my ass, balls and dick. Then he had me let go of my legs and spread them wide again. My hands fell to the table. He ran his hands up my belly to my bra covered chest and started grabbing my chest as if they were boobs. He pushed up the bottom of my bra and exposed my nipples. He groped my chest and pinched my nipples for a minute. Then he moved back off to. It was a folding knife, a thing of metal and plastic. Examining it, she unfolded the blade. It was just under three inches long and curved, like a talon, with a serrated edge. ‘Wicked,’ she breathed. She offered to show it to Miranda, the other girl waved it away. ‘Did you kill him?’ Miranda asked quietly. A long pause and then, slowly, like gears grinding against themselves, Isabel nodded her head. ‘Yes.’ ‘How?’ Isabel closed her eyes and winced slightly at the effort of remembrance..