..then fine Go ahead and think it, but I'm going to prove you wrong."He began pushing deeper....faster. Pam leant into him, her hands holding tightly ...n his shoulders as her pussy continued to delight in the pleasure it was getting. He was bringing her to her peak. In her mind she was trying hard to fight it, trying hard not to let him see how easily he could pleasure but she already knew it was a lost cause.He curled the tips of his fingers inside her pussy. It was all he needed to do. She. Unfortunately, that was only because the person speaking was my real friend, not the fantasy version of her. Oh fuck! I silently muttered as I realized that could only mean one thing, the fantasy as over! Sure enough, one quick glance at my surroundings told me there was no sign of the hot orgasmilk I had spewed all over the place. The fact that my strapon was also missing and my clothes were back where they should bewhich is to say wrapped around my bodyonly helped confirm my suspicions.. He longed to sit on anything resembling a chair but had no choice but to stand as still as a statue, afraid to make any abrupt movements whatsoever. He stood several feet from the sales counter where a tiny desk bell invited customers to ring it. He only wanted to stand there for a while until it was safe to move.“May I help you?” said a rail-thin, balding white man who had appeared from the back of the store. He was in his mid-fifties, and he wore a pair of pressed black trousers and a. “I still can’t believe Mr. Smith wants ten pages for our history report! I know it’s double-spaced, but what a hard ass,” Tom said. Mr. Smith was our world history teacher. We didn’t actually have the class together, but it was the same regardless of what period you took the class. Even though he was a year ahead of Jane and me, he was taking the same class. You didn’t have to take it any specific year, just some time before you graduated.“Ye—Yeah, that’s a lot,” Jane said quietly. She was.