Boy was I wrong, she indicated that I was to sit in the front row directly in front of her desk and went and locked the classroom door. She then retur...ned to her desk but rather than sit behind it she sat on it right in front of me and only a few feet from me, I swallowed hard and started to sweat as I looked at her, her boobs looked like they were going to pop the buttons on her shirt and her skirt was so short that it made her legs look like they went forever. She was making small talk, how. “Damn it, Alan,” she cries. “Stop fucking teasing me and eat me.” She grabs a fistful of his hair and pulls him to her.Alan cannot resist. He lightly kisses his way down the side of her plump cunt lips.“Bastard,” she hisses and pulls tighter on his hair, shifting on the cushion.He shuffles, taking advantage of the extra space between her legs, which has the effect of opening her outer lips to reveal her sweet center. He uses his tongue to part those folds and savor her taste. Debbie sighs. He. For all he knows, some stranger jacked it and wrecked it into the ditch. Let’s just get out of here.” “Alright,” Dirty agreed, turning away from the wreckage. We began walking down the street for Dirty’s vehicle, leaving Suave’s car for whoever might want it. A truck soon pulled over beside us and the teenage driver rolled down his window to speak. “Ya’ll need some help?” he asked. “With what?” I replied. “Ain’t that yer car back there in the ditch?” “Well, we were driving it, if. I made some tea and sat down to review the notations which Chancellor Evans had made on the pages. His comments and suggested edits were mostly good, though there were one or two where he tried to correct a Biblical idiom to ‘proper’ English. There were a few places where he asked questions for clarification, and I made some notes on how to say what it was I wanted to say more clearly. I looked at the clock and decided I had more than enough time to go to the computer lab so I could edit my.