Immediately, the class’s heads popped up. Almost all of them, anyways, a few were way focused on the test in front of them. Mrs MacMillan turned to ...ook at us and glared.Mrs MacMillan was thirty years old. She was the baby of the science department by two decades. She frowned, sitting at her desk, drinking a cup of coffee, playing a crossword on her phone. I liked her. I had her for AP Chemistry 11. This was not the AP class.“You missed class,” Mrs MacMillan nodded, “If you’re looking for your. The more she did the more the men enjoyed it. After half an hour of continual abuse of her behind and thighs the men swungher round and over so that she was face down on the table with her feet onthe floor. Before she could catch her breath she felt the cheeks of her bottom beingdrawn apart and the unmistakable sensation of a mans cock pushing its way upinto her fanny. Just as she was about to cry out the breath was knocked outof her by the force of John's first stroke, plunging deep inside. ‘Who else sang ‘Ashley’s Song?” ‘Well, what do you think is going to happen? Joe shook his head. ‘I really don’t know. I’d like to think we’ll get an apology or something. But you never know what the press has up their sleeve.’ He got up from her bed and stretched. ‘Whatever it is, it doesn’t change the fact that we’ve got school tomorrow. I’m gonna hit the hay. G’night.’ Ashley ran over and stopped him with a hug from behind. ‘Joe, I never got a chance to thank you.’ Joe turned and hugged her. I don't know about my reaction yet. I just know that, as I was pondering to go and speak or not, I realized she was in front of me, with those green eyes like those of a cat.She sat down at my table. By that time it was 3 o'clock, the restaurant was about to close and no one was in the room except you and me. Ah of course, the owner of the restaurant was there, but he was in the other room, not minding to us at all.She looked into my eyes, then began to speak:- "Look who's back from the dead!".