I pushed her down on the floor and rammed right into her sloppy snatch. She squealed as I pounded. It was different, both the sensations and even more... the erotic thoughts that were triggered. I shot my semen in with the two loads already there, then took her to the shower. “I want more later,” she was told.Mondays were special days from then on. Saree hurried to my place when she left her younger client so I could have the freshest possible experience. I could tell that she loved it too.It was. .. maybe it wouldn't hurt to just take a little peek. She knew it was wrong, but... nervously licking her lips she opened the tool shed door and stepped inside. She knew there were several knotholes in the back wall that would give a good view of the area behind.The sounds were louder now, and she knew that the love-making couple must be only a few feet away. A little warning signal tried to keep her back from the planked wall; after all it could be... but she couldn't stop herself now that she. “Miss Parkinson, I happen to know he likes you, and I was just wondering how you felt about him. You see, my Dad has been pretty lonely since Mom left and it would be nice to see him find someone he can talk to and be friends with–someone more his age,” I said.“Tina this isn’t exactly appropriate talk to have in this setting or between a student and a teacher…” she said, glancing over at the classroom door.“I know Miss Parkinson, and I don’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable, but I really. "Ooooh," Wendy said knowingly. "THAT kind of wedgie."Allison noted that her friend at least had the decency to blush."As for feeling like you always have a wedgie, not really. You get used to it after awhile." She slid her fingertips under the cloth that disappeared down the front of her jeans and tried to rectify her problem.Allison had been skeptical, as well, when she and Abigail decided to spice up their wardrobes. One of the first things they'd changed was their underwear. Now, all Allison.