It was easier than thinking about my fate. The car made a left turn and then I right. I tried to fix them in my brain, making a mental map while I cou...nted my heartbeats.Then we went left again and stopped. We idled and idled. I trembled. Then the car lurched forward and made a right turn a dozen heartbeats later.Left, left, through an intersection, right.The car hit a pothole, bouncing me. The shocks groaned as I gasped. I shivered, the car slowing, turning left this time. Left, left, right,. Girls were texting furiously for some reason. When I asked Chantal about their strange behavior, she laughed, telling me they were texting each other about the boys. Why, I wondered, couldn’t they just talk to each other? Had the art of whispering been lost?I watched Chantal while she set up the table. She passed by a laughing Bella and hugged her before moving on. Chantal was very touchy-feely today. She was full of soft smiles and glowing. Maybe it was because her daughter was turning sweet. Sudden I heard a stern voice call out "Gen, please stay after class." BINGO, exactly what I wanted to hear, now I'd wiggle my ass, bat an eye lash and get an "A" without even taking my top off or kissing him. I sat back down in my desk and waited for all the kids to leave the room. Once we was only Mr. H locked the door and walked over to me shaking his head. "Tisk, tisk, tisk,” In my sweetest little girl voice I asked "Didn't you like my show Mr. H?" His face reddened the bulge in his. It was what she needed so badly. She kept riding up and down on his buried cock wildly, until the last of her climax had faded. Then she relaxed against his chest, she knew another orgasm was to come. He hadn’t come yet.He continued to pound into her, his rhythm was increasing. Somehow, she found the energy to ride him, squirming in ways to bring him intense pleasure. She could feel his swollen, twisted cockshaft brushing at her clit at a new angle with each thrust. Now it made her feel.