In any case, he learned that she had been a brand new kindergarten teacher when they’d first met, but she now taught fifth grade at a local elementa...y school, which explained why she hadn’t had to call in to work anymore – it was now the beginning of June. He learned that they’d met when she had rear-ended him one day while rushing to a doctor’s appointment, and she had been near-to-tears, expecting the worst when he got out of his car to confront her. ‘But you always said you took one look at. You take my weight. If not for you, I'd collapse down.I catch my reflection in the mirror and can't take my eyes off me now. I try not to roll my eyes up and get lost in it. I look wanton, hungry, wild and dazed. I look like a slut. My hair frizzy, half wet and half dried, no make up, my lower lip swollen and glossed, and eyes glassy. I look just fucked. And I'm! Your finger then move faster, I stand on my toes now. I murmur "please" and "yes" repeatedly and then some words that I don't even. ” He gestured at my outfit. “Eh… I like him alright.” Jack looked intrigued by my indifference for this fictitious man. “He’s not really my type though.” I shrugged casually, leafing lazily through a book I had picked up. “Oh? What is your type?” I stared directly into his mossy green eyes.“You’ve read a lot of those fantasy books I like so much- you tell me.” I was interested to hear his answer. He chuckled and shook his head at me.“Tall, dark, and handsome of course. Dangerously. I loved her boobs being squished against mine - I loved the feel of her hands on my thighs. I loved being with a woman. Wanting more, I gently stuck another finger inside her pussy, and she gasped approval. Not wanting to miss anything, I placed my hand against her soft, round behind, and probed her other hole, questionably. She squirmed - sighing yes, as I slowly rubbed her hole, pumping my fingers into her pussy, and licking her breasts. Was this really happening to me? It was heaven. Wanting.