And I could feel 10 eyes drilling holes through my clothes...and my son gasped..."Mom!?!".The Thomas boy...Rick...who had started things off was caugh... a little off guard. But he was kind of cute...I went up to him first...."Care for a piece" I batted my eyes and bent so that there was a gap in my blouse. I could feel their eyes on my ass as well.... He stammered a little..."Uh....you mean pizza? Yeah...sure...." Good. thhe tough guy was off his game, we had the advantage.Betty and I. Instead, she made herself dinner and let a couple of hours pass. Then, she picked up the phone again. And, again, her hands began to shake. What if this were to be the last conversation she would ever have with Sandy? Could she handle that?And what should she say? Should she just try to pretend like nothing had happened – maybe see if Sandy would broach the subject? Or should she cut right to the chase and tell Sandy how she felt? Or maybe she could bring up what had happened and try to gauge. I wanted to tell him about my dildo, but he soon supplied a long thin plastic vibe of his own, which he pushed into my mouth, telling me to get it nice and wet, and instructed me to fuck my ass with while I sucked him. The sensation of being filled in both holes was amazing, and as my throat became accustomed to his cock I was soon working in rhythm with him, slurping and worshipping his beautiful wet hard cock with the vibe buzzing in my tight asshole.It felt incredible, and I soon came, which. First of all, we'd have to sneak out of the school. Easy enough I suppose. But still. Then, once we're out and we start a blaze, it will be seen for miles around, especially with the flames being reflected off the snow and the clouds. It will be a beacon and attract loads of attention. Instead, I think we should head out tomorrow at lunch time, dig a pit and start the fire in there. If we are caught, we can make up an excuse of some kind." A barbeque?" said Imogen. "Like we were making.