He kissed her back while his balls finished pumping sperm into his new mate.Once again Mother nature watched with glee, cheering them on as if she was... the captain of the varsity squad.Maybe this time... Their breathing had slowed. No words had been exchanged. Each was still embroiled in processing the flood of new information, as the impact of what had happened sank in. Mother Nature had grinned, and then flown off to supervise another mating, somewhere else, leaving them to deal with the. Mrs Clayton was considered by bothfaculty staff and students alike to be the school "beauty". Aged about25 and with a figure most of the senior boys (and I think most of themale faculty as well) dreamed about along with long auburn hair half waydown her back. A mere question from her gained many an excited andusually incorrect answer. Her response to name calling about my shortterm handicap gained my immediate admiration.Two boys called out Franken-Bitch and groaned loudly while I wasanswering. Several of the people outside ran, either screaming into their homes or to retrieve the weapons they thought they would never have to use again.He waited patiently while all the villagers gathered and armed themselves, a smug smile on his scarred face as his horsemen squared off against the rag-tag mob once more.Milena pushed her way to the front of the crowd, the rage in her eyes was the first feeling she had felt beyond despair in over a week. The calmness in her voice betrayed that fire in. "Baby girl turn around and put your hands on the wall," he said to me as he slid his shorts down. I briefly looked down and confirmed what was hanging there between his thighs. It scared and excited me as I quickly did as he asked.A few seconds passed before I felt him move closer. My legs were trembling as I stood there, hands on the wall waiting for him. He hands again grabbed my hips as he moved in. He kissed my neck and softly nibbled my ear. Then I felt it there between my thighs sliding.