Or you can just plain shut up. The choice is entirely yours.”One thing not up for dispute was that my balled fist would be not substantially smaller...than the little twits head. I think she saw the logic of picking the final option presented to her. She remained silent from that point forward, which was a blessing you could not possibly understand. Super calloused fragile lips hexed by halitosis.The bus arrived in Wichita at about three in the morning. I was tired and aggravated, because I still. Sticking his long fingers into my pussy and finger fucking me while biting my neck and covering my mouth so I can't scream. God I'm getting wet just thinking about my old fantasies for him. There were so many scenarios I played in my head. Him slamming me against the lockers and grabbing my hair, him pulling me into his car and shoving his cock into my mouth. Can you fucking imagine what I went through? Every day sitting there flirting with my teacher, and not knowing when to cross the line?. He didn't seem able to speak, to explain his strange entrance into her room in the middle of the night."Okay, I'll tell you," he said tonelessly, after a long pause. "I want an explanation Cindy. I want to know what the fuck..." he started to seethe as soon as he began talking. "What the fuck you were doing in here with that fucking bastard George? I want to know whose idea it was for you two to have that little get-together... I want to know Cindy... I want... you fucking bitch, I want to. Fiona got up to make another cup of tea. Do you mind if I change out of these trousers and while the kettle boils she called. No you go ahead I answered, Fiona came back in with the tea in a tight figure hugging stretchy long dress. it showed off her curves and her full breast. We sat talking again only this time Fiona sat a lot closer to me. I could smell her perfume wafting around me. We looked into each other's eyes and moved our lips closer together and kissed, gently at first then more.