“I recorded this and just began to watch it. Remember that Dan guy from Miami, who wrote that book about our ten missing girls and their murders?”...��Yeah, you don’t have to fucking remind me again about Dan Davenport, and his fucking book! And it was made into a fucking movie too! ‘The Retrospective Murders,’ what the fucking hell kind of title is that?! I hate that fucker!”“I liked what the Miami Police named us, ‘The Anniversary Killers,’” Arnie boasted.“That asshole Davenport is getting. I put my right arm around her waist and with my left hand I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to me as I leaned in and kissed her hard. My quick actions caught her off guard and had the desired effect. She kissed me back almost immediately. Keeping my left hand wrapped in her hair, I let my right slide down to grip her firm ass, eliciting a gasp. I started walking her back until we got to the back door of her car. I pushed her up against the car, still kissing her, our tongues. ”He starts to grind into me. I gasp and rub my clit fast. I grind back on him. Our exhausted humping wasn’t gonna do it for me. I pull his hand from my hip to my breast. He starts to pinch and twist my nips. I gasp louder.“Tell me how you would fuck me at school.” I beg.“I’d bend you over my desk and pull your panties down. I’d leave your ass and pussy untouched as I sat in my chair and unbuckled my belt. I pull it from my belt loops and fold it in half. I would lightly spank you with my. Well, maybe a little like. Not as good a fantasy as your TA the first year, though. She was a wet dream.”“Are you telling me you were attracted to her?”“No! Terry, how could you think such a thing? Well, maybe a little. You had to fantasize about her all the time!”“If I fantasized about all my good-looking students, I’d never get any work done and I’d be too raw from beating off to ever make love,” I laughed.“You’re no fun at all! I want to know more about your fantasies, Terry. I want to make.