At work, Shawna had Tom and Al take the newly painted car and hang it in the showroom, next to the bare painted frame. The car really looked good with...the big S&S logo on the front and back. She had painted the number thirteen on the top and sides. All of the usual decals were not decals, but her airbrush painting. Over the drivers window was 'Steve "Speedy" Sharp.' She even had a Marine insignia on both sides. It was very classy, and should excite anyone visiting.Debbie thanked me for selling. Deanna noticed the show and was not about to be upstaged as she uncrossed her legs and stretched them out in front of her resting them within inches of our cocktail glasses on the small table that separated the ladies from the men. He dress rode up as she likewise leaned back into the settee so that her pantyhose pussy was equally visible to both of us. I could feel precum oozing from my semi erect cock and I suspected Stan was experiencing the same thing. The sexual tension was electric and. He nods and grins stupidly.I switch hands on his cock and play my fingers around my sensitive asshole. Slipping one finger, then two inside as I continue to jack his slick cock. When I cannot wait anymore I climb up to straddle his hips. You hold his cock as I use both hands to spread my ass, ready for his hardness. I settle my weight on the tip of his head, loving the feeling of him, hot and twitching, just against my sensitive ring. The I relax my legs and let my weight drive me onto him. His. And we have a new student among us! Timmy, stand up.’ I stood up and waved awkwardly to the class. ‘Try to make him feel welcome, all right?’ I knew that wasn’t going to happen. The school’s cliques had long since formed. I was an interloper, a newbie, and resigned myself mentally to a year of loneliness. The good thing was that the students seemed nice. They weren’t going to pick on me or torment me, they were merely going to ignore me. I decided I could live with that. I sat on a bench.