I… I dont know Mrs. Wengler, Jamal said nervously. Stephanie put her finger to his lips as she whispered, shh, no more talking. Jamal stood there, ...affled as to why this was happening as he watched the older woman slowly move to her knees in front of him. Stephanie looked up at him and smiled, then back at the huge bulge in his shorts. She slid her fingers into the waistband of his shorts, and started tugging them down. Jamal thought about resisting this, but his dick was begging for release. Her tight puckered opening gave way and the head my my dick slipped inside."Oh yeah," she moaned. "Deeper! I want your dick all the way up my ass!"I grasped her hips and slowly pushed again as my shaft disapeared into my roomate's girlfriend. Shannon tossed her head back and let out a long, low moan. Reaching out, I grabbed her hair and plunged my dick in all the way up to my balls. She responded by pushing back, her hungry asshole swallowing up my cock to the hilt. Looking back over her. No fibre." He held his hand out. "Colonel Snell," he said, "My friends call me 'basher'. You can too." Unusual nickname, 'basher'. Cricket? Bit of a batsman were you? Army days? " I said."No," said Snell. "Before that. School days. Some of my friends seemed to think I had an inordinate fondness for the masturbatory arts. Quite right of course. It's kept me fit for the past sixty years. Can't complain can I?"I was regretting asking. I was keen to change the subject. "Mr Clegg said you had a. And then the filtered signal goes to its ADSR envelope and then to its output." Jenn was showing me her analog synthesizer design, carefully mapped out on a giant sheet of butcher paper, swiped from the art room. "And you have to use a separate mixer to get the final signal but that's okay since I can use the one you got me for Hanukkah." She'd been practically shaking with excitement all day, or at least since 7:45, when we met to hang out before homeroom. At 3:00, I discovered her waiting for.