We looked at each other."I wonder what this is about," I asked."Maybe about what happened yesterday, or the day before," Missy said. We headed to the ...office. Not only Mr. Tilling, but Ms. T was there."Sit, you two," Mr. Tilling said. "First, Missy, I want to know how you're holding up." OK," she said. "Today has been good, actually. I had a nice long talk with Cassie outside before school." Now that is good news!" Mr. Tilling enthused."I apologized to her," Missy added."That's even better. I proceeded to give him a nice couple of strokes. Underwater hand jobs are quite intoxicating. At this time my pussy is getting super wet and tingly. I begged him with my eyes to trail a finger down there and check out the scene. Whenever he encounters my wet pussy, he groans. Every single time. It's almost like when the sexy teen in short shorts waves the flag at the start of a street race. It's "GO TIME". It didn't take more then two seconds for me to pull my bathing suit to the side and. . Mene upna hath uski chaddi mai daal diya or uski pussy/chut mai mai dhere se ungli daali. Wo ek dam se mere paas aa gyi chip gyi or apne nakhun se meri kamar ko tight se pakad liya.Mene hath se uske pura josh de diya ungli andar bahar andar bahar tez tez or uske lips ke paas jata raha or smoch shuru ho gya. Usme mere uppr vale lip ko kaat liya. Mai samjh gya ab ye kuch karna chahti h mene sabse pehle apna nikkar utara fir dhire dhire darte hue pehle uska top utara use mjhe pyar se dekha or. . . Anyway. It was just a couple of weeks into the fall semester. I had fallen into a routine of going to class during the day, then heading to the mall and hanging out for a couple of hours, having lunch, window-shopping and reading books at the Barnes & Noble, before reporting to work at four o’clock. I worked five days a week, Wednesday through Sunday, mostly night shifts. While I enjoyed the occasional hundred-dollar night, most days I usually made about half that. Still, waiting tables was.