God, how I loved Amy. The mere thought that I could lose this women to cancer, instantly saddened me.That thought was dashed away, by the fact that Am... was lying next to me, radiating the warmth of her returned love for me.My eyes returned to Amy, as she stirred slightly. Her right hand slid off of her belly, to rest by her side. It faced palm up, and her fingers were curled slightly. Amy started to roll towards me. Then, she stopped, and lay back in her original position.The firmness of her. There was a large movie screen on the far wall on which two black men were double teaming a fake blonde with huge fake tits. I hate fake tits and I hate the phony sound of people making believe they are in the throes of passion. But I didn't bring Bev here for the quality of the cinematography.There weren't rows of seats like you would expect in a normal theater. Instead the walls were lined with old sofas and chairs. The center of the room wasn't completely open. There were a couple of sofas. A banner draped above the bleachers read, " Mr. Eccles' Special Class Reunion " Streamers and balloons festooned the large hall where a variety of sports were played. Many sports, but none as exciting nor memorable as the one that was about to be played.There were two dozen women and girls in the hall and they crowded around the flummoxed and bewildered Geometry teacher. He was hemmed in as they circled him, gave him little area to move, secured the perimeter and let the youngest one there go. All I heard was, "Oh God... How does that feel so good... Stop, no, don't stop... Oh shit... Oh shit...Oh, shiiittt!" That was the first of many orgasms for her that night as I worked tirelessly to open her narrow vagina.Between licking and fingering, it took quite some time to get her loose enough to fit two fingers inside her up to the third knuckle. It wasn't only her opening that was tight, but also her entire passage. Christina just kept climaxing over and over as I worked my way inside..