Well back to reality, the scratching on the door stopped but it only led to screaming in other rooms witch is probably not very good. I start to walk ...ack to were I came to because I have a feeling I might need that pipe if worse comes to worse. As i'm bending down to pick it up I here either the teacher or another student scream my name. The pipe is in my hand as I look up, I see several students and the teacher pointing behind me. I just now realized that the giant hole in the wall was right. All the boys got to feel and taste hot cock. It was all good sexy hot fun, boys laughing and having fun with their dicks. Some of the boys were having a playful wrestle, some were being proper hard and macho, others were completely letting themselves go, groaning and moaning like they were having the most intimate moment ever with their girlfriends. Some of the boys were even tongue-kissing. And Sir got it all ob his mobile phone.The classroom was full of boys all hot for each other, a hot. I am naked underneath, I was ready for this moment.I sit before you and you push me back and spread my thighs, hungrily biting my nipples as your fingers assault my pussy, you look at me and bring them to your mouth, tasting me. That always makes me hot.You stand and undress, I watch you with desire. I am so fucking horny. Your cock is hard, ready for me.You lift me off the table and carry me into the bathroom. You set me on the counter and start to kiss me, biting at my neck. I wrap my legs. You’d never catch herrolling around on her bed, chewing loudly on gum whileyakking nonsensically on the phone about unimportantbullshit with some equally typical teenaged girl aboutwhat boys they thought were cute.She was usually pretty quiet and kept to herself butwhen she did speak up, she was always soft-spoken, kindand sincere and as if she was generally interested ineverything you had to say. It was quite refreshing totalk to someone who made you feel like you existed. Ithink.