After a minute of this, he started in with the verbal abuse. "Holy shit, you really are a faggot. Were you always a faggot or did all of those years o... me calling you a faggot convert you? How many men have you jerked off? None?!? I don't believe that, faggot. I bet you let thick Mr. Dresch fuck you in the ass. I bet I could drive a bus up your loose faggot ass." Mr. Dresch was our gym teacher and used to shower with the boys in his 6th period class. Guess who was in Mr. Dresch's 6th period. He found her puffy mouth and kissed her. She responded in kind.The combination of the passionate kiss and the fingernails down her back, made her lose control. The explosion deep inside her made her hold him, thrusting repeatedly, moaning until the throbbing stopped. Belatedly, she realized that she had squeezed his chest and locked her legs around his thigh.Strong desire swept through his crotch when he felt the hot, wet mons against his thigh. Kiss her again! Her surprise orgasm intensified. I decided I wanted to rub my cock on the inside of the big cups. I started rubbing my hard cock on them and without even the slightest warning shot a big load into the cup.I wasn't planning on cumming in them but she had been teasing me since the day before and I really had a big load built up. Then while I was squirting the shower turned off and I heard her starting to open the door as she dried off. I panicked and dropped the cum soaked red bra on the bed and ran out of the room.I was scared. ”“You’re right. Look, you need to talk to Lynne, but I think you need to relax and gather your thoughts.”“The way she’s acting and keeping secrets is driving me batty. I thought maybe that she’d understand when I apologized for reading her the riot act when I caught her having sex with her boyfriend.”“You may be more open and understanding than Mom and Dad, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy to talk to you about sex.”“And I still talked to Dad about things,” Ron countered.“Oh, you had no sex.