” “I guess,” Claire said, yet unconvinced, “but it isn't my fault I've been going to an all girls school for 8 years. He knows my situation. H... knows I just moved to town last week. He won't hold it against me.” “Trust me Claire, boys don't know shit.” “Such language, Eva!” Claire grinned. “Does your mother let you talk like that?” “No,” Eva replied, a wry smile breaking on her lips, “but that's never stopped me before.” “You're such a bad influence! I'll let it slide since you've been so nice. "i want this" she said kissing me again.i began rubbing her thighs and her wetting pussy through her jeans. i could feel the heat between her legs. i reached under her shirt and rolled her nipple between my fingers. she let out a soft moan. my other hand started to undo her jeans. my hand started to go inside her jeans when my front door opened. my mom was home. we sprang up trying to look all innocent as the last parts of the credits of the movie rolled by. "i see you really wanted to see who. Because I’d pled out there was no jury trial. The judge, Harry Morrison, was not however, disposed to be merciful: I got ten-to-fifteen, and yes, with the possibility of parole after the ten years, and a slim possibility of maybe even earlier depending on circumstances; well, that’s what my PD told me.Victoria was there when the hammer came down on me and howled when I was shackled and all but dragged from my seat at the defense table and hauled back to lockup to await my transfer to state. She has told me more of her exhibitionist side, and some of the roots of it. She has told about her attending a catholic high school and how she felt panties unnecessary. She has told me of letting teachers get a peak of that beautiful pussy of hers, and how wet it made her knowing they were going home to fuck their wives while thinking of her. She has even admitted to letting a teacher (in her high school days) peak so he would make her captain of the soccer team. She would sit at her desk.