’ I said happy. For a while I kept on giving him a hand job, trying to force more moans out of his mouth, more satisfied grumbles. Those were primal...sounds, vulnerable sounds, his mind was almost turned off. Those moans and grumbles where his body reacting to my body, to my touches. I needed more. I wanted more. I wanted to taste him. Tenderly I guided his limp sedated body onto the ground. I even took off my jacked and used it as a pillow beneath his head, then I knelt in between his legs. I love extra credit.Summer school was 12 credits of 4.25 on a 4 point system. I discovered my loves:I loved digging in the dirt.I loved the 'chink' of the trowel as it hit the tip of whatever was buried in the dirt.Veterans I have met tell me combat is 90 percent boredom, eight percent dumb shit and two percent sheer terror. Archaeology is 90 percent mind numbing work, scrape away ... keep it level, square the walls, measure everything ... eight percent book work ... what you did (scrape), what. Matt seemed like such a shy, quiet boy. She couldn’t quite imagine him making it with Mrs. Forrester. He didn’t even try to put the make on her when they were together, and Mrs. Forrester seemed nice, too. ‘I didn’t see them screwing, or anything like that,’ Rick fumed, ‘but they were hugging and kissing, and they weren’t just friendly hugs and kisses, they were…’ He hugged himself, closed his eyes, and shook his head. ‘What did you do?’ Dianna asked, trying desperately to make sense out of. She then shouted at me begging “please lick my pussy, play with my clit. Put your tongue in my pussy and fuck me with it, please… I beg you”.On hearing those words I got a lot excited and a new rush of energy went through me. I immediately attacked her pussy and dug myself deep, as deep as I could go. I licked her pussy lips, drank all her juices which were like nectar to me. The mixture of sweet and pungent and spicy all in one was wonderful. It was like heaven for me and I just continued.