So I again pushed it harder, and it went halfway in, tearing her hymen.A tear rolled from her eye. I stopped there to comfort her and kissed her on he... cheek. After a moment, when I sensed she was ready, I again pulled and gave a shot in. Her eyes popped out, but she was still trying not to push me.I hugged her for a while. During that time only, I went for the final shot, and my dick went fully inside. Trying not to scream, she scratched my back with her fingernails so bad that they started. I’ve heard a lot of very good things being done by your students here; you must be proud of them.”“Thank you, Prime Minister. We are certainly proud of our student teachers, but the credit must go to Miss Roberts and her team. They’ve taught our students most admirably.”“Indeed,” Grayson said. “So, Jeremy. You’re part of the project’s leadership? My curiosity is piqued; I’d love to hear more about how a sixth-form pupil became involved in such a major undertaking. We’re getting such good. The trip back to the car was uneventful, and we didn't talk until she had gotten us back into the more respectable side of town."So, what next?" she asked five minutes later, as we were waiting for a green light. "Got any more ideas for things to do up your sleeve?"I raised my bare arms. "No sleeves, so that's out." Do you have any idea how old that joke is?" Okay, okay." As she turned to look at me, I put on my best lascivious face. "I want what any guy wants at three in the morning." Let me. I am admittedly not much of a dancer. I have to say I admire those dancers you see on TV. I often envied their grace and athleticism. I sometimes imagined myself at some event, tossing my date in the air in the middle of the dance floor while everyone present looked on in wonder. Hopefully, I would be able to catch her on the way down. Those occasional thoughts of wowing the audience on the dance floor at some relatives wedding were never enough to get me to take dance lessons. My watching.