." disgusting as it was I tried to find reason to enjoy what I was doing. He pulled his penis from my lips making a obscene sound as he did so. He mov...ed quickly behind my butt and spit into my butt crack. Using his stiff penis he spread his saliva over and around my ass hole, His penile head probed my butt hole and I braced for the torture that was sure to come. I tried as hard as I could to relax and accept the invading member. My anal sphincter muscle strained to refused the invader entrance. I wore my basic uniform, and let my hair down. Only I decided against wearing spandex and opted for a tiny white thong instead. All day I was shaking thinking about what I was going to do. I couldn't even eat at lunch. Finally it was 1:00 and I practically sprinted to his room. I honestly felt like I was going to explode from nervousness, and from being so damn turned on. I walked into his room like I did every day, and Mr. Jones didn't even bother to look up at me, apparently he was engrossed. "I mean I WANT to, but I DON'T want to. It's all so confusing!"Sam patted the girl's shoulder. "I know. I felt all those things. It about drove me crazy. But I have an idea." What?" asked Amy, wiping her eyes."You remember the first time you and Phillip saw us? At the drive-in?"Amy's head almost exploded as the image of Sam leaning over George's hard prick, rivers of white running from her nose, filled Amy's mind. She grimaced."I know it LOOKED terrible," said Samantha. "But it WASN'T! Really!. ”“Okay.” Irene scribbled a note on one of her many bits of paper.Clive lay in bed, trying not to think about his daughter. Or indeed any of the girls at the club. It wasn’t really working. Judging by the breathing from beside him, he wasn’t the only one with an overly active mind that night. That ruled out silently slipping out of bed to relieve the loitering sexual urge.And if his wife was also mentally busy, she wouldn’t thank him if he started getting amorous. He had learnt that the hard way.