It gave us more time to relax and unwind. There were no traffic lights, just large expanses of farms, workers in the fields and a few summer cyclists ...and walkers along the banks. The roof was down, the wind rushed through our hair, the sun shone on our faces and my hands indulgently caressed my new lover’s thigh. The rushing wind felt like it was blowing away all my conscience about the situation I found myself in. The pollen and spores of desire were being seeded in new territory and I was. Tourists walk by Glance in the window i wave Sorry we’re closed sign hangs in the window They walk on byYour back Now mr naughty estate agent I want you to get over here while I peal off your shirt And that tie take it OffWe’re kissing I slip off your tieNow Tie me up tease me with your tounge slide ice cubes over my clit fuck me with your hard ice cold lolly pop When your calippo begins to melt I want you to lick off the sticky orange juices teasing me further with your slippery wet tongueYou. Sylvia’s cunt tingled with desire, but she had a final to take. “I-I can’t, Mr. Moore. I’ve got to take a final this morning.”The man steered her into the office, saying, “Now don’t you worry about that, bitch. I took care of it for you.”Sylvia looked at the man, wide-eyed and trembling. Her cunt took command of her brain. She floated into the man’s office.Mr. Moore shut the office door and he went around his desk. He stood up with a package, which he handed to Sylvia. “Here. Go into the. " Okay," I said recognizing the threat. I faced my palms toward them in a harmless gesture."We don't want you around Melissa," spoke Matt for both of them."We're both in gymnastics," I informed."Then quit."I laughed. I shouldn't have done it in front of them but I couldn't help it. There was no way I would quit.Matt was faster than I expected. He grabbed me from behind under my arms and held me tight. Mark moved forward and I predicted pain."Let him go!" rang out Coach Carson's voice.I love.