It had been so fucking hot out that I decided to pour the water over my head and let it run down my body. I could see Mrs. Jones staring at me out of ...the corner of my eye. I slowly turned to face Mrs. Jones and began to walk directly towards her. I could tell that she sensed something was going to happen as she began to fidget her hair with her long supple fingers. As I approached I had not for one second shifted my eyes from her. She, on the other hand quickly looked away as soon as she. “That’s what I do it when Eddie ass-fucks me and I can take all of it so Josephine can too.” I relaxed and did what Sally told me. Eddie kept pressing forward. It continued to hurt but I knew that it would until I got used to it. To make it a little easier to enter me, Eddie had slid back the foreskin. Once the big ridge at the base of the head passed my ass muscle, it got a little better. More and more of his shaft was going into me. Soon I felt Eddie’s balls slapping against mine and I knew. He was fast and on top of me quick as I planted a scratch on his neck and a fist on his face, wondering if he'd finally lost his damn mind. He caught hold of my wrist, stared at his blood on my nails and silently mouthed 'bitch' into my eyes. With one hand, he pinned both my wrists above my head and ripped my blouse open, exposing his favorite black bra with the sheer cups. He yanked it down under my tits as I jerked and screamed for him to let me go. I wrenched my wrist around and dug deep. He was asking whether I like eggs and chips because I was “English”.. Then I finally reached the toilet itself. When I opened the door, it was empty. I walked into one of the cubicles and undid my flies. I had just pulled my dick out from my trouser when I felt a hand reach round my front from behind to take hold of it. “Guess who?” I was already growing increasingly hard against the mystery girls hand. I turned round. Standing there was Etta. “E-Etta…er…what….what are you after?” She didn’t.