“That was stupid.”“I guess it was,” Sean said.The flower lady said, “You’re going to have to get roses at a minimum. You might even need t...wo dozen roses.”“I’m going to include a poem,” Sean said. “Women love poetry.”“Which poem?” the flower lady asked.“I’m writing it as soon as I get home,” Sean said.The flower lady said, “You might need three dozen roses.”“I’m great poet,” Sean said.“Let me guess ... it is going to start with ... Roses are red.”“How did you know?” Sean asked looking at her in. Colonel Travis must have been watching me from his window. "No telephone privileges during class time," he yelled at me when he saw me approach the public telephone in the courtyard. Shit, I had to contact Ned and Mr. Oldham some way.Mr. Borden and I met for half of the lunch hour, me describing the events of the previous Monday. Time was up before I had a chance to tell him everything. I did get a chance to call the Oldham house and leave a message for Ned. Betsy took it down word for word and. She suddenly had watery eyes! I was shocked.. I thought I had offended her in some way.. So I went to her and placed my hand on her shoulder.. She suddenly burst into tears and hugged me tightly.. I was shocked.. She then told me the whole story of her separation with her hubby.. I knew she wanted to get satisfied.. So I purposely asked her if I could be of any help to her.. She said yes and hugged me tightly.. I could feel her warm breath on my neck.. Her tears touching neck.. I was really. ” “Shhh”. Her hand continued its advance. I softly gasped when she reached my pussy. “God, you’re so, so wet!” she whispered. All I could do was nod. Lisa’s finger found my slit and she began sliding it from bottom to top. She gave my clit a little flick. I could feel myself getting wetter as Lisa fingered me and then she began to push my panties inside me. I couldn’t stop a stifled gasp. Lisa put her mouth on mine to quiet me as she kept pushing my soaked panties inside me. Then she started to.