“Thanks Professor, see ya next class.” He mumbled something and I walked out of the class. And to my horror, Kristy was waiting there. Fuck fuck f...ck. “Hey, uhh Drew, how'd you do?” she asked, clearly fumbling for words. I smiled, she smiled, and the tension went away. “Beats me, you?” I asked. “Ehh, pretty good I think, thanks to you of course.” We started heading to class and began the descent into the basement of the building where our next class was located. We never went straight to class,. We were as ready as we’d ever be. We’d turn in the project Monday morning and Mr. Richards told us that the order in which projects arrived on his desk would be the order of presentations. Most people in the class would wait until the last minute to turn them in, so it was likely that Beca and I would be the first to present on Wednesday. We didn’t mind. We were ready and decided to practice a couple more times before the presentation.Joan and I were a little less frantic about getting things. "Uhhgg!" Jason groaned as his seed rushed up his cock shaft and out the tip."Oh!" the girl gasped as she felt the unfamiliar warmth of Jason's seed as it splashed into her most precious depths. She continued to bounce in his lap, feeling an intense pleasure she had not experienced before, though she did not orgasm herself.Jason grunted again, injecting another splash of babymaking sperm deep inside the fertile girl, and then another. Finally she stopped moving and laid her head on his shoulder. Sitting across from Dale during the conversation-less break from their squabble, Marina had that brow-furrowed look when something didn't add up. Dale knew that she would tenaciously pursue her understanding until she had it. It was pointless to try to dissuade her, though that inevitability never stopped him from trying.She leaned forward, signaling her resolve to continue. "I just want to understand why Dale, why?" Her tone not hurt or accusatory, but instead more, well, curious.He wanted to.