“Yes, yes,” she cried, eager to encourage him to his peak, desiring very much to feel him spend himself. Nor was she to be disappointed. With one ...final thrust and groan, she felt him go tense and could sense the sheath being filled with gush after gush of ejaculate.She felt Mr Bingley finally pull out, and raised herself up to see Jane removing the now full sheath from his still-rigid member, careful not to spill any of its contents.“Come here quickly, Lizzy, before it cools,” she said. “Now. We finally decided that it would be a good idea. So after lunch we decided to go back to my house and smoke a little dope.I swore him to secrecy about the dope. This was a move on my part to gain his confidence. If we shared one secret it might lead to sharing another.It was fully my intention to get him stoned and seduce him. For some months I have been trying to figure some course of action that would bring us together at my house. This presented the perfect opportunity with the added benefit. When it arrived, Lucy went to the door to get it and pay the delivery boy. Her robe was partially open, but not enough to show everything, just enough to let him know that she had quite a set of tits on her. When she brought the pizza to the kitchen she was blushing and had a strange look on her face. "What's wrong?" I asked, suddenly concerned at what happened with the delivery boy. "You look like you are a little upset. Are you okay?" "Oh, I'll be fine," she replied. From the tone of her. Marion, having been billeted to 3B (British equivalent of 9th grade) whilst I was resident in 3A, meant that we were unable to sit at the same table. It didn't stop me from looking across at her in-between mouthfuls though. I was encouraged by the fact that she was sharing her table with seven other girls however, rather than mixed company. Now the canteen in that school was colossal. One supposes that having to cater for almost seven hundred kids in two sittings, it had to be. We're not.