You are oozing confidence. It’s a smell, blending with the cedar and freshly cut grass. If I wasn’t so wobbly, I might think I’m smelling someth...ing else of yours. But no that can’t be it.“Well, let me know if you need anything.” You smile that fucking smile. And holy shit I know what you’re about to do and you do it. You fucking do it. You bend over and grab the stack of books from my desk. You dirty, hot fucking, confident, beautiful slut.Time slows down. I can see right down your shirt. In. That was the first time that I took notice of her, and admired her courage to stand up for what I saw as an injustice. The lecturer eventually gave up and left her alone, though throughout the semester, I could catch some snide remarks that were obviously aimed at her. I might've been the only one who detected it though, because if the others did, they didn't show it.How sad was it? To be forced to be the person you're not. To be part of a religion of which you do not believe in? To be labelled. Her uppermost leg was being raised by her lover's foot to facilitate the cock's positioning at the entrance to her puss. It's wet tip was nudging at her opening. The hand was still playing with her clit.Soon Kimmie's puss began to draw the cock in. Inch by inch, centimetre by centimetre it was pushing its way in ever so slowly. Her puss was getting stretched to accommodate its now almost complete girth. "Oh yes, yes" Kimmie muttered. Soon its complete length was inside. " Oh my God" Kimmie let. I immediately got up and speed walked to thecar. When we had gotten in and drove off back home, I did yank the hatoff, tossing it in the back seat scratching the itches.Kriss gave a light-hearted smile at my action, "Come on, I didn't thinkmy sense of style was that bad considering the choices available." Sorry, the material in the hat was itchy on my..." I couldn't say theword. Thankfully though she understood and changed the subject to abouthow she called in some favours to cover her sudden.