He brought me to a car in the back parking lot, a big boat of a car. He opened the back door and said, “get in Ms. Lynch” and chuckled. I couldn�...t stop I was far too gone, the sun had long disappeared and it was dark outside. I climbed in the back seat. He grabbed my hips and leaned me face down, with one knee on the seat the other on the floor, my face on the seat. I was panting, my hips were gyrating, I wanted his meat. He raised my skirt out of the way and felt his fat plump head enter my. And so I wasn’t in a particular hurry, I’m ashamed to say. Ashamed in hindsight. At the time, I rather enjoyed it... The biggest problem was actually my libido. I’d actually forgotten I had one! Most of last year was spent either fatigued, recovering from injuries, working or having terrible adventures. On those rare occasions I found myself with a hard-on and the inclination to do something with it, there was no shortage of takers. Sex is a bit like money, I find: it’s not an issue if you know. I notice the cameras on the way, none of them are on. The school is trying their absolute best to keep that fact hidden. They said in one of their meetings that they had intended to upgrade security over the summer, but delays in other areas shot that idea down. Instead of delaying it one more year, they decided to upgrade it now, right in the middle of the school year. This is, of course, perfect for me and Brian. For two whole weeks, we may have the school all to ourselves. No one is here so. That was something that just gradually dropped off her list a few years into our marriage. She had also expressly stated a complete lack of interest in anal. Even when we showered together, which wasn't often any more, she would not wash inside my ass crack and when I washed inside of hers, she would tense up if I rubbed her anus with anything other than a soapy cloth. She wouldn't admit to having any fantasies or masturbating either. She said that it was okay that I did, but she just wasn't.