“There’s no way.”Morgan stared at the floor, tears welling up in her eyes. “Okay, well then tell me about yourself.”Dasha sighed. “My name...is Dasha, I’m sixteen. I was a nationally ranked figure skater. I was supposed to compete in junior states to qualify for the Olympics. Karl worked the zamboni at my rink. He’d been watching me for months, planning this.”“Oh,” Morgan said.“What about you?” Dasha asked her.“Nothing special about me. I’m fourteen, just started high school. I was riding my bike. I sat down, not too far from her and waited until she looked up from her food. Then, I waved to her. She didn't wave back, but she did smile.Harriet came over to me in fifth period English and checked with me to make sure that I still planned to be her date at the dance. I told her that I'd be there in front of the auditorium before seven on Friday. She told me not to bother with getting her a corsage because her mother was getting her one already. I hadn't planned on getting her one, but I. We were not loud for a while. We were into each other and the movement of Nurse Anna was making me wanting more. As I neared my orgasm, she stated, “GOD, your cock is so hot. Give it to me baby.”I changed the position of my hands and threw her legs over my shoulders. This got me to a different area of her pussy. I thought I felt her cervix. I thrust against it. She went over the top, and the moaning got louder with each thrust. I knew I couldn’t last very long. A couple of minutes later I. As if she had lost some sort of internal struggle she allowed her gaze to briefly dart downwards towards my cleavage and my exposed stomach. I stayed frozen while she inspected me, and there was something different in her voice when she said 'The jeans too'. I pulled my jeans off and felt exposed, her fully clothed and me in my underwear, still just standing opposite each other with no physical contact as of yet. Normally I would have felt uncomfortable but the atmosphere in the room was so.