I turned back to the front and tried to relax, slowly convincing myself that the vice-principle was playing mind games with us and that I wasn't going...to succumb.The staccato clip-clip of her shoes striking the floor announced her return from wherever it was she'd been. She entered the room, paused briefly to close the door and then walked around in front of us before resting her derriere on the front of her desk.Without pausing she looked straight at me and asked, "So, Mr. Hayles, now that. Your t-shirt is pulled up to just under your breasts and your hand is on your stomach, just above the top of your shorts. I walk closer. Your computer monitor throws enough light to show your hard nipples under your t-shirt. You're breathing softly with your mouth slightly open and the hand on your stomach is slowly moving against your skin. I know I should leave, but I can't.I lean down, my face close to your neck. I smell your perfume, your scent. I can feel your rhythmic breath on my cheek.. It wasn't very big and when Aaron noticed that I was peeking at his dick he started to slowly jerk it until he got beefed up. It just looked so juicy and I couldn't help but look at it. The rest of the ride back to his place was kind of awkward after the "Intoxicated-Almost-Masturbator" incident.We didn't say too much when we first got back to his apartment. We turned on the TV and we both grabbed a beer. Aaron chugged his pretty quickly and headed for the shower. He went into the bathroom and. Yet, despite all, even she couldn't stop a major crisis from engulfing her country. Five months after Dean was sworn into office, a major domestic terrorist group known as MASK sent troops from all over the world to the US. Dean mobilized the military and declared war on the organization, the first war fought on American soil. Unfortunately, MASK possessed advanced technology, and their enigmatic leader, Warmaster, was a tactical genius who was seemingly uncapturable. Almost every battle ended.