I spread out her pussy lips really far, and fucked her hard. I was obviously a lot more experienced, but she wasn't feeling too bad about that."Amber,...I fucking love you," she whispered.In a way, I did love her too. I loved Roxanne, so I guess it was love by close association."I love you too, Sofie," I whispered back.I went back in, yet again. I stuck in a few fingers, and really made her scream. In this case, she actually screamed a little louder than her mom. She put her hands onto my head,. I sighed. The guys were either wearing dopey baseball caps or sporting what I called The Starched Hair Look. A head of hair that stood up straight and tall, like a marine at attention, defying gravity. I felt odd being here. It was a weird feeling being back at school after almost twenty years working a regular job.As Mr. Brown continued to drone on about his expectations for the class, my heart sputtered as I noticed the cute Latina from the morning. She was sitting down front in the corner. I. She couldn’t concentrate on her paperwork. She didn’t hear the calls on the Tannoy system for her, her eyes were always on the clock. When it got to 5pm, she couldn’t get out of there fast enough. She practically ran all the way to the bus station. Eager to get home, jump in the shower and make sure her pussy was nice and smooth for him. A little pampering, fix her hair and finally apply a little make up. She hadn’t been away from him this long before. She wanted to make sure she looked good. “You will be in no fit state for intelligent conversation if that pussy of yours isn’t dealt with. You may cum after I do, but only if you can do it before I finish," I told her. I swear one of the butch lesbians just about choked on her canape as my pet spread her legs towards the crowd and began working her clit as if it was a bomb to be disarmed to save the world.Honestly, I needed the bar stool as my legs were a problem as the shocks of my pending orgasm began to blast through me. I.