BEAN! THE SCHOOL IS UNDER ATTACK BY INDIANS! THEY HAVE THROWN TORCHES THROUGH THE WINDOWS AND ARE SHOOTING ANYONE WHO TRIES TO LEAVE!" Please calm dow..., Elizabeth, you will alarm the children. Mrs. Goodall, excuse me, if you please. It seems that there is some unpleasantness that I must look into. I expect to return momentarily." Bean calmly walked out the door and was immediately met by clouds of smoke. "Jehoshaphat! Elizabeth was right, there is a fire!" Alarmed, he ran down the hall to the. No, that's not the word; it made me soar. He pulled back, and then pushed forward, a little deeper again. And the pleasure intensified. Again: he pulled his cock back, and then forward, ever deeper, and with each movement, my breath was taken away. He was fucking me. I was being fucked. No. That's too crude. He was making love to me, making me over, making me new. Because he wasn't just pushing in and pulling out, everything about his dick seemed designed more my pleasure. I could. You know, at your age... " She stared out the window a moment."Try to not ... get me called down to school anymore, O.K?" She tousled my hair and pulled me close and I knew the lecture was over. She wasn't sure I had done it and wasn't sure what to do with me if I had."So when you have curiosities ... ask me? O.K? I'm a girl, you know! And I will answer anything for you; you know that! Right?"Then she giggled. "Have you been looking up my skirt? Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that," she screamed!. "I'm changing my major to business administration." No you're not. Are you at home." Yes. And I'm gonna stay here for the rest of the semester. I've had it. Susan Carter Ellerbee does NOT have to put up with this stress!"When I walked in, she was sitting in the only corner of her living room that sunlight couldn't hit. She was wearing a sweatsuit and her hair, that blonde hair, was up on top of her head, held in place by a big hairclip. Both hands were holding a mug of herbal tea. I could smell.