After discarding her trash, Tiffany walks over to me and asks to go to the restroom."Mr. Blake if you enjoyed the view, just wait till after school."W...th that, Tiffany turns and heads toward the restroom. She returns just as the bell rings and gathers her books. Walking behind her, I cannot help but watch her firm arse as she walks. Soon enough I am back in my classroom with my study hall class.During this class, the students work quietly on their assignments. I sit at my desk trying to grade. Her skirt in a pattern among her, laughing, her cheeks with a blush. She bounds towards me quickly scooping my face towards hers. Lips on lips, skin on skin, the taste of chocolate. Her face so warm. In her arms I am whole, in her arms I am so free, so loved. She makes me dance, my middle held tightly, her forehead pressed against my own. There is no music, only hers, only the rhythm of her breath against my skin, our hearts seemingly beating in time. And there it is… waiting for me, beckoning. I got in my truck and headed home with a smile on my face. Fifteen years of working on trailers and it was the first time I'd ever gotten laid in one. I wondered if she would look me up when she came back. She had taken my phone number, but would she use it?Tuesday after work I was feeling in a pretty good mood so after a bit of dinner I drove over to the Wagon Wheel for a drink or two. I noticed several of the girls I'd asked out sitting at a table, but I ignored them and took a stool at the. Me in, him out, him in, me out, back and forth, holding her down as she starts to wail and thrash. She comes with too much force and we topple into a sweating heap of throbbing cock and gushing pussy. ‘Holy fuck’, was all he could say. We take a break, and have a bottle of water and a couple hits from the bong. In about five minutes we are all rested and ready for more. Paul asks Mae to let him fuck her doggie style. She rolls over and puts her ass in the air, reaches back, opens her pussy and.