“Amy, Sweetheart. Is something wrong?” “I am so sorry, Honey,” she sobbed as she pulled back to look into my eyes. “I feel so bad about last...night.” “I thought that when you hung up on me, I was done. I thought you had decided I wasn't what you were looking for. It wouldn't surprise me if I didn't hold your interest.” “Did Bob tell you what happened?” “Yes. He said you when you two were playing around and talking to me at the same time, one of you dropped the phone and broke it.” “I am sorry,”. Once I noticed that the mirror on the closet door could be angled to allow both of us a view of what we were doing on the bed. I placed her on the bed face down, moved the mirror so that we both had a side view of her cute bubble butt, and we could both watch as I got above her and slowly worked my hardon into her ass and then gave her a good assfucking. She later mentioned the episode and how much fun it was. Sometimes she would playfully turn her back to me, pull down her panties, look over. I had cut it in half, not knowing if she would have a reaction to it or not. The whole amoxicillin should be OK for her, as it was actually a children’s antibiotic and should work well for her, given her size and that she and her people had never been exposed to modern drugs. I knew I would have to keep a close watch on her for awhile, but I risked the dosages I gave her because I had to get the infection under control and her fever broken. Soon, an older man entered, bringing me the items I. I just said “see ya later”.I head for the office to see what kinda trouble I was about to be in. The conversation went pretty much the same as with Miss Taylor—I thought that's what I was supposed to do. Not that it was actually illegal, but naked bodies wasn't something typically taken on by a freshman art class. The principal went on with “and you need a haircut Matthew—your way past the school policy”. I protested that it was just hair, jeez, and that lots of guys had 'surfer doos' “Off.