What if he didn?t get in? Everything was over, then.?Want me to open it for you, Wendy?? Amy asked.He heaved a big breath and nodded. ?Yes, please.?Am... scooted her chair closer to his and put her arms around him,manipulating the paper in front of him. She slipped her fingernailunder the closing flap and ripped the edge, sliding the letter withinout and she unfolded it.?Congratulations,? she read. ?You have been accepted into the EarlyChildhood Education program...?She finished the whole letter,. I thrive on the jealous glances that get thrown my way, the speculation that’s going on. We both know people talk about us. We’re THAT couple…two hot, single teachers…why wouldn’t we be having sex?My thoughts are interrupted as he picks me up, hands under my ass, and carries me to the side of the field house, setting me on top of a table where the coaches sit during football practice."Oh…if Coach White knew I was nailing you on his coaching table, he would cream his jeans,” Brad says with a. All I feel is the need to fuck your fingers and try to regain control but I fear it is too late. I just can't control it anymore and stop the flood. I let go all over your hand and suddenly I feel you pull your fingers from me and get me somehow to move over your chest. Once there you place your fingers back into my cunt and continue fucking it. This in turn just gets me to release faster and harder but now all over your body and chest.... even splashing your face a bit.I don't know if I should. " You fired two rounds yesterday, correct?" the Lt. Col. asked."No sir, four. One that killed Lt. Brady, two into the ballistics barrel at the police station, and one that killed the man inside the police station." I stand corrected. Four rounds fired. My point is, you fired one round at each man and each round was fatal. Why only one round per man?" One was all that was necessary sir."There was a prolonged silence in the room. The Lt. Col. looked over to Agent Watters for a moment."I'd like.