She screamed and I got in trouble.As I was walking down the hall in school two boys pushed me into the girls bathroom. I knocked a teacher over and la...nded face first in her crotch. She screamed and I got in trouble.During my big test Betty Jo dropped her pencil and when I leaned over to pick it up for her, she leaned over too, and my hand wound up inside her blouse. She screamed and I got in trouble.In the Principle’s waiting room I was sitting innocently enough with my hands folded in my lap.. I glancedat Jim and shrugged. He suggested I go and talk to her. I hesitated, butI could tell that he wanted to meet her so I got up and ran down the stairsand across the grass. The door was open when I got to the top of thestairs and Sara was sweeping with an old broom she'd found. She glanced upwith a surprised look. "What are you doing here? Go and have fun with your husband." He wants to meet you. He's shifting into `accountant' mode and Ithought I'd better humor him. . In fact, I rehearsed my answers on the way over. No, Mrs. Golding, I haven't heard the man upstairs. No, Mrs. Golding, he isn't bothering me. Maybe, Mrs. Golding, you should complain to the building manager all by yourself.Outside my door was not Mrs. Golding, but a vision of incredible loveliness. Long, flowing hair of the finest gold, blue eyes that danced beneath impossibly long lashes, a pair of jeans that appeared to have been painted on, and a knit sweater that stretched in all the right. Again, Linda did little to stop me but simply turned pinker, the shade moving lower to her neck, and with tiny beads of sweat glowing on her brow in the dim lights of the alcove. I looked at Mike who smiled back at me as he took his drink. I watch as Linda and Mike exchange looks while they sip from their glasses.Hell, the response was so thrilling that my cock started to throb. I could hardly believe that Mike would permit this in a public place, even though we have a small private.