They both walked through a silent and ghost-like building until they stopped outside the gymnasium doors. It was Mrs Evans that looked in first and mo...ioned to her husband to do the same. her hand once more snaked down inside her panties and had started rubbing at her pussy. Her other hand closed around her husband’s cock that had started to grow.Through the window, they watched as Patricia Williams fucked Mr Gregory, the gym teacher while Melissa Davies sat on his face facing her friend with. As I can't actually prove it I often imagined it went something like this. Her ex-boyfriend Tom and his friend George were there. I had been drinking pretty heavily and so had she. We were both off mingling with the crowd of friends and I had gotten pretty distracted. During this time she had slipped out the upstairs backdoor of the bar onto the fire escape and onto the adjacent roof of the building next door with Tom and George, under the pretenses of smoking a joint (something that always. Their legs entwined. Their pussies engaged in a dance of passion. Their own howls of desire and pleasure adding to those of Monica and mine.I could feel my orgasm building. That tightening deep inside, that tingling of nerve endings.Monica clearly felt the pleasure of being filled herself was driving that cock deep inside of me. A small part of me knew I would be sore in the morning. The bigger part was lost in a world of pleasure.“FUCK ME, FUCK ME. I’m CLOSE,” I screamed into the night. "Why the hell didn't Emily the Strange get detention?" was her greeting. "You know why," Mara replied bitterly, "Daddy dearest would give them less funding." Daria scoffed, "Daddy dearest!" she mimicked. The two walked side by side through the subdivision. "Did Nolan give you homework?" Daria asked as they approached Mara's house. Mara nodded."Chapters Eight through to Ten," She sighed."Figures," she retorted.The two walked up the front steps to a large suburban colonial. The cobblestone drive.