I was obviously just out looking for some shit to get into. I promised myself that I would think more before acting. I knew even as I made it, that it...was a hollow promise. On the drive back to the office I realized that I truly was bored. I also realized that being bored was worse, for me at least, than being terrified. I needed to find something interesting to do. In a town the size of Aster or even the larger Tryon next door, there just weren’t that many things a middle-aged woman could get. Mithila looked to my straining, spit-covered cock as her fingers encircled the base. She was obviously apprehensive about taking my load in her mouth.I don’t know,” she said in a strained, little-girl voice. It’s not that bad,” I said, trying to convince her. “Just start swallowing as soon as you taste it. It’ll be over before you know it.”The sex bomb grimaced, looked back to my face apologetically as my cock throbbed before her. She looked uncomfortable. I don’t think I can do that,” she. Ben wasn’t sure what the fuck was going on now. He wasn’t giving up this sweet pussy to a lad. Fallon however had crossed the line from wanton to debauched. She could see a second cock and hey nature had gifted her two equally needy greedy holes.She got the younger guy, who was looking so innocent and obviously virginal trembly excited but so stiff; to sit on the stairs and she immediately speared the guy before he could think what first sex would be like.He wasn’t going to forget this. His. They all stare at me, for my paint, my nakedness or my cut lip I'm not sure. I groan, pain shooting up my back, get up and walk, not stagger, to my form room, just in time for the bell to go. Mrs. Roe frowns at me, but marks me off on the register anyway. It's not shaping up to be a good morning.Art first thing. Everyone admires my paintwork, which is thankfully undamaged, and I sit for a while, just breathing, holding off the pain. I tongue my split lower lip, which hurts, but I do it anyway,.