"Suppose you hadn't answered that way," she suggested. "Suppose you'd simply answered, to be fifteen again, leaving out the last part. That's a perfec...tly natural response to that question under those circumstances, wouldn't you say? In fact, adding the last part is a little bit strange if you think about it. So suppose you did just say, fifteen again. Boom, you would've found yourself a teenager again with no idea of your former life, with no knowledge of your future mistakes or my impending. For a second, no one moved. Then Mr. Cavanaugh stirred behind his podium. "Thank you, Brandon," he said, "I'll talk to Dr. Zelvetti on your behalf."I just blinked at him. About what? I don't care.Then he went back into Shakespeare, and it was back to business as usual. At least, for most of us. There were two of us now, sitting bleakly in our chairs, staring at nothing. I don't know if anyone looked at me that day, or what they thought of me. I didn't care.Sometimes the Hole is close to you.. She dipped her finger inside her soaking pussy feeling the exquisite wetness. She couldn’t resist the temptation to fiddle with her clit for a few seconds, but then thought better of it: she had to concentrate on the job in hand (or job in mouth to be more precise). She removed her soaking digit and placed it between John’s legs. Tracing her finger under his wrinkled sack, she found his puckered ass and tickled it with her finger tip. John’s member pulsed again in her mouth, his ass muscles. She clutched her hands tightly in a fist, her body started shaking and trembling as a huge flood built up within her. She tried to keep her calm but he would not let her and he continued torub his fingers in and out of her cunt until she started to squirt her juices out.“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” she moaned in relief while her juices ran wildly from her cunt. Gautam’s fingers were soaked as he took them out of her cunt which was now dripping with her cunt juice. She laid back, more relaxed.