She walked into the bedroom, the suitcase and her clothes now forgotten, and looked at Troy sleeping. She sat down on the bed, towel still wrapped aro...und her, and watched his chest rise and fall rhythmically. Her eyes trailed down to his underwear, and she saw the bulge inside. He didn’t have an erection, but the beginnings of one, as if he’d been thinking about something sexy as he’d fallen asleep. She’d seen his penis before, needing to use the bathroom while he was in the shower or walking. She felt the fingers enter her pussy and begin to finger fuck her. Her pussy was on fire and it would not take long for her to cum again but first she had to milk this stud's cock dry. She began to pump his cock with both hands and was soon rewarded as she felt his prick really start to get hard and his strokes increase in speed within her throat. She couldn't wait to feel his hard cock pulse with explosive orgasm and the flood of silvery cum pour into her. And there it. “There was just an update, but there’s no way it could be construed as positive. According to a reporter at the court house, both his wife and young daughter passed away from their wounds only an hour ago. The reporter said the trial was going on as that news broke; and the jury reached a verdict fast.”“How many years?”“Fifteen. If they’d survived, it probably would have been less; but with that news I’m surprised the sentence is that low.”Allison was about to reply when a loud, sorrowful cry. Nicole came around the coffee table, moving sinuously. A blind man could pick up on her intentions. She sat on the table as if it was the edge of the teacher's desk, though lower. Her mind adjusted to the make-believe situation."I'm afraid, Miss Dillon, that there's nothing that can be done. We're too far into the school year and your grades have slipped too low. You'll have to take grade 8 over again."The others looked at each other. Grade 8? Then they understood: he was still fantasizing.