With that thought she casually let her legs drift apart, her beer bottle resting between her legs, the cool wet glass resting against the thin fabric ...of her rapidly soaking underwear. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten this hot, this fast. She subtly shifted the bottle back and forth, feeling her lips, slick with desire begin to part, the broad side of the bottle pushing against her rapidly engorging clit. The room was thick with lust and Jessie felt herself riding that wave. He is a good teacher but work has kind of dried up with the pandemic. I am 6ft4 and the work keeps me well in shape. I'm often described as quiet and closed off, in reality i'm a bit shy until you get to know me. My Father says he is the same and it's a trait that helps him run the company.Like I said the business has been on the slow side which meant spare time for me. My Mother took advantage of this and my driving now to the max. I was forever sent on errands, currently I was driving to pick. Those were the huge balls to die for.I apologized and left. The next day I ran into her at the staircase and asked if she was still angry about the last time. She said, “I can’t scold you here, come to my house I’ll tell you.” I was confused and followed her. We sat on the same sofa on which I was sitting that day and the conversation went asMe- I’m sorry but that wasn’t intentional and you know it.She- Achha? Was it actually unintentional? I know what you’ve been looking at.Me- Believe me, I. He shivered and glanced down at his girl's dark hair--and saw the knife.Claude expelled a choke mixed with a shout. He kicked her back, kicked the knife back. It left a long, shallow cut along his inner thigh as the girl was flung into the wall."Fucking shit!" He grabbed a pillow, tore the pillowcase off, and pressed it against the wound. "Christ jesus fucking- don't you move!" he bellowed at Renee's retreating form."Fucking cunt." He hissed as he put pressure on it, the pain and anger.