She didn't want Sarah to see her cry, she was ugly when she cried. Pixel ran down the basement stairs, and pulled jeans and a t-shirt on. She didn't e...ven bother with underwear. Fuck. Her phone, she'd forgotten her phone. Pris! She couldn't leave without her phone, she wouldn't have anyway to talk to Pris.Running back up the stairs, Pixel went to get her phone. Sarah, still naked, stood staring at Peter and crying. Pixel snatched her phone and ran out the door.She ran, oh how she ran. Her tennis. “I gots me an idea. And a fantasy.”Mrs Drummond walked into her office, and was shocked by the door slamming shut behind her.“Hello there,” Josh said. He was sat in Mrs Drummond’s chair, naked, with a raging boner. “Don’t scream, and don’t try to escape. I need you to do me a favour.”“I don’t suppose I have a choice in the matter, do I?” she said.“Not in the slightest,” Josh replied. “I’d like you to make an announcement to the school.”“Attention students,” came Mrs Drummond’s voice over the PA. We fucked very slowly, feeling every stroke. I was lost in love and lust for you. I cupped your ass, lifting you closer to me, and then you put your legs over my shoulders. I slowly increased the tempo of our fucking. You were caressing your breasts and teasing your nipples. This seemed like an eternity of sexual bliss. You started talking dirty, "Oh Dick Dick, Fuuuck me, fuuuck me, cum in my cunt." I moaned, "Carol, CCarol, my drrty girl, Cummmming." I stuck my finger deep into your ass and. There were personal effects here, photos of family members taped to the inside of the door that had somehow survived the heat and impact, a pair of shoes and some holographic media chips. These had belonged to someone, someone who was now certainly dead, but he didn’t have the time nor the desire to let himself start thinking in those terms. The mission above all.He found what he was looking for, a rebreather than looked intact, and he reached behind his head to strap it over his mouth and.