How would that be?" Principal Anderson told her."That would be pretty cool. Are you really going to put us in detention?" I asked."No, I didn't see a ...hing. Of course, if I were to see someone kissing in the halls, I would have to say something about that. I have a feeling my eyesight may not be too good until after the board meeting. Don't make me regret it," he told us.Since we had that settled, Principal Anderson asked us if we'd had any problems that week, as well as asking us if we had any. They found the three men sitting on the outskirts of the food court, trying hard to look like they weren’t scanning everyone in the food court. A few minutes later, a good-looking man with a tray full of different food bags sat a table closer to them than to any empty tables and began a conversation. Early into their conversation they all looked toward a side of the food court and noticed the two beautiful Latinas enjoying the food court. One tried to look away when the men turned, and the. I will be taking frequent sex breaks as I write this. Thank God my cousin Bobby is lying here naked ready to satisfy meRachel started unbuttoning my blouse, letting her fingers brush against my bared skin as she worked her way down to the waistband on my uniform skirt. It was a short skirt but definitely not a miniskirt. Pulling me close against her she reached behind me and unfastened my skirt, letting it drop around my ankles. Stepping back from me, she pushed my blouse off my shoulders,. " Fuck me! We got a right pair of fucking wierdies here. At least 'buttercup' means something. But when in the name of fuck did 'tracey' ever fucking mean anything. You're both a couple of fucking immigrants, ain't you? Well, you'd better pull your fucking socks up, Buttercup sweetie, (if you were ever allowed to wear the fuckers) or you're out. There're lotsa other women out there who'd do your job if they got the fucking chance."With that, he left them with a sniff. Buttercup stared at Tracey.