The journey down the corridor had been the inescapable culmination of Mr. Clark’s months-long mental foreplay. She had learned to deal with quickies...but this was very quick indeed. Suzy played her role well. She hugged Mr. Clark’s neck to support her weight and synchronized her hip rolls. She whispered in his ear in time with his thrusts. ‘Oh… Mr. Clark… why did you… wait so long… I’ve wanted you… in me… ohh… that feels so… good… harder… please… harder… yes…so deep…’ Suzy was feeling her own. I'd even made a video once, propping my phone up on a bookshelf to get a better look at my performance. God, that video was sexy. I'd watched it a thousand times, before I'd gotten ashamed and deleted it one day. I'd almost—almost!—emailed it to Emily, my cursor hovering over the send button. I just wanted Emily to see that I could be slutty too, to see the look on her face when she realized. I leaned forward and let my breasts dangle down, my nipples dragging across Emily's back. I moved them. I chuckled and said she was falling down drunk when she got home last night. I gave her another peck on her lips and left her taking her bath.She was in there another hour and came out with just a robe on and sat on the couch with me. I asked her if she was feeling better and she said just a little bit. I figured it wasn't the right time and didn't bring up Tony or last night at all. We just sat watching TV and talking about other things all day. Amy didn't say a word about the night with Tony. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is.