Or that something interesting would happen. But, in spite of his desires, he was stuck in his 3rd grade class. Looking at Ms. Foster, and pretendi...g to pay attention, he told himself that at least they had a pretty teacher. Ms. Foster wasn't old like all those other teachers. Well, at least not too old, for a teacher that is. Stevie, like several other boys in the class had a bit of a crush on Ms. Foster, though he sure wouldn't consider ever admitting it. That would be way too. A few weeks went by and we were closer than ever talking and texting everyday she was very upset about her strict parents. one day she came in class with her usual spandex, black this time and a tight wife beater with no bra, exposing her big tits, she greeted as usual with a hug, this time so tight she rubbed up against me and her boobs were popping up close together with her boobs almost falling out, i culdnt help but to look down and stare for a minute and she didnt even mind, idk if she. Only the tight friction of Nancy’s narrow walls. Despite her professes sexuality it didn’t surprise Sam to learn Nancy was no virgin. “You were a bad girl at least once weren’t you Nancy Gibson.” Sam said to no one in particular.On the other end of this magic fuck Nancy was trying desperately to serve a woman in a white minivan. Sam smirked as Nancy was forced to reach for the woman’s money with one hand while steadying herself with the other.“This is what it feels like to be fucked by a dick.. Suggest to them that it probably won't be a one-time request." Lenore nodded firmly, surprising herself, and it hadn't gone unnoticed. "Yes, Candidate, you know Commander Fales well also."Surprised at the amused expression on the Commander's face, Lenore allowed herself to return the man's smile, and she felt a sense of... camaraderie, a shared viewpoint. Lenore suddenly felt she could trust this man. More than I could trust Commander Fales, though neither are trying to do anything to harm me..