I got in and put the seat belt on. Brother Pieter sat beside me and did the same, watching what I did to copy me. "I don't understand. Why did Gerald ...o that?" He asked.I shook my head, "Resentment, anger, always being the butt of some abuse. Some people they get over it and rise above it, others let it fester until it burst out. I think Brak Distar offered Gerald something that he couldn't have had otherwise." I saidBrother Pieter frowned, "But what would that be?" He asked."An opportunity for. I have been there for about four years and from time to time I drop a couple of sexy comments but usually got nothing but a smile or two in return. This particular day I commented on a co-workers gray stockings with a black seam down the back, she pulled her foot out of her shoe to show me her toes through the sheer stockings. Without thinking I told her I wanted to kiss her sexy toes, she giggled a little and continued on her way into her classroom. The administrators at my school likes to. . “ Tom started to say. He was cut off when a balled up piece of paper flew in his mouth. He stared at his notebook daring it to try that while he was looking.“I almost missed that,” Mr. Kindle said. He looked down at the bottom of the page and read, “Napoleon probably should have told the Russians that he was serving cake with the ice cream. They might have stayed around if he had. In the author’s opinion, Marie Antoinette’s unfortunate suggestion about eating cake followed by getting her head. I focus in on her clit, dipping just the tip of my fingers down just enough to bring new wetness up to greet it. She moans even louder, and now it is constant groaning, moaning, hips bucking under my fingers. Her mouth leaves my skin, but her hand is going into overdrive. I look down just in time to see her face crease up as her hand leaves her breast to grab a handful of the sheets, and her hips begin to rise off the bed.She is about to cum. Hard.In that moment, I let my fingers enter her,.