I made it a point to not look at Amber during our class together and avoided her leaving the classroom. She tried to catch my eye several times but I ...wouldn’t acknowledge her at all. If she started toward me I turned and walked in the other direction. I was coming out of my Economics class somewhat angry with the teacher when she caught up to me. The professor was a liberal and I was somewhere right of Attila the Hun so we butted heads almost every class. This discussion had been particularly. “Shit. Oh Bob, this is driving me nuts.” My arms were tightly wrapped around his neck. I could not control my hips, I was shamelessly humping and grinding into Bob’s penis, which now was rapidly becoming hard and pressing back into me.“See, Cindy, it’s starting to feel good isn’t it?” I simply nodded, amazed at my response. Bob’s hands were still on my back, but he was certainly pushing me into him, very pleased with my loss of control. And he was right, it did start to feel good. I have no. . .something deep down in her gut, told her that he would want to watch. A thrill of excitement coursed through her as she imagined Mike sitting in the corner watching her get fucked by these two men. "Maybe someday," she told herself. Both men agreed and Susie scooted herself onto the table. The green felt was a contrast to her pink, toned skin, now full of heat and desire. "We've always wondered if this table was strong enough for a good fucking," Jake. I assumed she was getting Mrs. Fletcher."That woman had a black..." I know. I leaned down until Kelly and I were eye to eye. "Do you know what a woman's shelter is?" She hesitated, not wanting to appear stupid, then shook her head. "Sometimes guys beat up on their wives or their kids. They can come here to be safe."Kelly processed that. "Guys are jerks," she said finally."You got that right," I agreed as I straightened.The door opened, and a woman stood there. She was mid twenties and could.