Allen slowly walked to his car, thinking about the devastated look on Tracey's face as she climbed on the bus. He decided that he would find out what ...was bothering her no matter what. As he opened the car's door, he began thinking about trying to see if he could find it in her mind. He didn't like doing that, but he felt that this was a special circumstance. As Allen drove home, he still couldn't get the tear-stained face out of his mind. As he walked into his house, he decided to get a snack.. He knew she loved having her whole body squeezed and he was dying to put his hands all over her. As he watched her he could tell she was turned on. She was restless in bed. Probably because she knew he was on his way over and he was going to fuck her so hard from behind. Then he started thinking about how soaking wet she was. It had been so long since he felt her wet pussy and tasted her sweet juices. It was always dripping wet and he just knew it was dripping wet right now. As he. ”“You sure it tastes okay?” I was glad to have showered, but I still worried that my pussy would taste repulsive to him.It was as if he read my mind. “It tastes… Nothing I ever tasted before. But I like it, Mom, I like your taste.”He dived right back in and I cried out again against his tongue. God, he was going to become such a considerate lover. My fingers snaked through his spikey hair, gently guiding his mouth closer and closer to my clit.“That’s it, baby, that’s it,” I cooed. Billy. Roger grinned. “Dock my pay, too, okay? You can’t fire me; I’m a volunteer. You must be the assistant principal who’s causing all the uproar, right? I’m Roger Denison and the student coach. Pleased to meet you. And what is it that you so urgently wanted that you tried to interfere with my practice session?”“I want you gone. Right now,” he answered.“Um. Sorry—that’s not happening. My appointment was made by the district school board. Do they report to you also?”“Well,” Winters responded, “we’ll.