..happened"? I slowed my thrusts down; I didn't want to cum too soon - this was amazing to hear! "...well, my little cunty was sore the next day...but...I get so horny at times...that I can't help myself, Daddy..." I slapped her arse and she cried out with glee - so I did it again! "...ooh, Daddy! So, that night I went to another part of town...I bumped into a stag party in the one bar...they bought me lots of drinks...got me quite tipsy...one of them was fingering me...or maybe it was several of. She was cursing about slow computer printers, and blaming them for the mess her files were becoming.)Ms. Weatherwax tried to ignore the former Marine.The man would not be ignored, "I see I was right! I want the chance to interrogate the flannel girl before you suspend her from school!" What? What are you right about? I am not suspending either of these young women: I'm going to see what kind of home life they have. And, Sergeant(!) Murdich, I do the 'interrogating' in this school." If you did. "Give me your big Black dick! Please fuck me" she begged him and he responded by giving her one brutal thrust. Then he pulled out until I could see her soft pink lips clinging to his dark swollen cockhead and said " Like that?" and she said "Yes, fuck me hard." "If I do, will you come back and let me fuck you again?" he said sternly and she practically screamed back at him "Yes, Yes, anything you want, just fuck me now!"Mr. Smith leered over at me and I wanted to wipe that mocking grin off his. She could feel, in an anticipatory way, the weals on her backside already, as she rubbed her exposed bottom. The germ of a GREAT IDEA was forming in her young and bucolic mind. Something to do with sheep and lambs. (You've guessed it already, folks, haven't you? - author)To those watching from the opposite side of the square, her one remaining covering, a tiny and triangular piece of black cloth, looked not unlike her pubic forest and several people mistook it for precisely that, immediately.