In the last weeks of school Carol visited Paul regularly for some 'sex with her professor'. Carol loved fucking a professor. I am always amazed at Car...ol's sexual appetite... part of why I love her... she can never seem to get enough sex. I enjoyed hearing in detail how she and Paul had fucked and eaten each other in those sessions, Paul was very inventive and did mind games (like making up hot stories) on Carol as he fucked her (hell he was a shrink after all). I was a little leery of seeing. You know that you did it again don't you?"I grunted too much in pain to say anything more. I could feel myself slipping away... When I woke again the pain in my arm had been reduced, from the terrible burning and stabbing sensation that I'd fought to suppress, to a bearable if nagging ache. I could feel the stretcher swaying and I looked about me. I recognised the confines of an ambulance. Through the tinted glass I could see the reflected flash of blue light from passing shop windows.. "Are dresses required for these tournaments." Gawd, Mother. Why do you have to be all in my business," I cried."Because you're, fourteen. That makes your business my business," Momsaid."Fine," I said. "I'll tell you. There's this boy I like, okay? Hisparents own the store and he helps them there. I wanted to look nice forhim."Mom looked away. I saw she was struggling not to laugh."It's not funny, Mom." I'm not laughing at you, honey It's me. I should have seen thiscoming," Her expression. ’ She pouted and showed her tuft of red hair which interested Troy. Well, it was up to her if she wanted to obscure the truth, why talk her out of it after failing in the first attempt? He licked his lips and moved into her arms, smelling her arousal. She’s a dangerous bitch, he thought, her teeth nipping both lips, tongue and ears and was now unbuttoning his shirt presumably to nip his nipples. Her chest was about as flat as his so she decided to give that area a miss. ‘My pussy, my pussy,’.