She didn’t get home till four am, Dave had been frantic worrying where she was, and she walked in like all was normal. Dave was pissed and demanded ...o know where she had been. She shut down the conversation by saying she was tird of being married and was leaving and started packing her clothes. She had just ripped his soul out, he was speechless at first. Then he wanted to know if there was another man she claimed not and just kept repeating she was tird of being married. Good thing too because. When everyone went to their next lesson, Ms Giles was sat at her desk, l went over and before she could asked what l wanted, l just blurted out “don’t you ever do that to me again”, her jaw dropped open then before turning to walk out the classroom l told her she had a nice smile and should try showing it more often. When l got to English Mrs Renauld’s (Julia) was waiting in the corridor and before going in she asked about Ms Giles slapping me across the face, it seemed one of my classmates had. “It feels so good, Darren! Fuck me! Fuck my arse!”“Yes, Mrs Hotter,” I replied. “I’ll fuck your arse. I’m fucking your arse.”I was totally inexperienced, and just thrust my cock into her without a thought as to what it must feel like for her. When I noticed that she’d slipped two fingers inside herself, I lost it completely. I rammed my cock into her, hearing her cry out, but completely unable to control myself as flesh slapped and I felt the that exquisite tightness clutching at me.I was fast. Part of him could not believe that he was allowing awoman to order him around. It seemed unnatural. 'A man's place is ontop, what I'm doing here? How could I let this happen?' Peter thought ashe poured the coffee into a cup.He carried the cup into Mr. Banks' office. He found the man standingbefore his own desk. Mr. Banks turned and took the cup from him. He thenslightly recoiled at the sight of Peter."What's with the...oh, you're the cancer girl. Sorry. Well, look at youthough. It may have.