Her panties were thoroughly sodden and soaked through. She was eager to change out of them, but of course she had no way to do that in the middle of c...lass. Sitting down prevented obvious dripping, but in a sense it only made matters worse, because now, safely behind her desk, she could touch her pussy without anyone knowing.Anyone except Alan, though. He watched the movement of her arms very intently and quickly figured out exactly what she was doing.Glory thought, I don't know what's come over. Amy is a shy 19 year old girl. She always came across as a bit of a Mary Poppins type goody two shoes. Now here she is talking like she is working on one of those sex chatlines. Her dirty talk has me rooted to the spot.“Is your cock nice and hard, Tom? I wish I was there sucking you off, making you cum in my mouth.”Ah, it’s Tom, her on-off boyfriend. Clearly they are back on again. She continues, “Imagine you’re fucking me hard from behind, your balls slapping my bum. Mmmm baby, I’m getting wet. .. no, make that a billion, or more. I sprang out of bed and went searching for Lynne. She was in the kitchen sipping coffee.I swept her up in my arms and kissed her."Ewwww - morning breath." Get used to it." I sat her back down and knelt before her. "I love you Lynne. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"Lynne smiled (God she was beautiful), "You're serious aren't you? You really mean this."I took her hand in mine and kissed it. "I'm very serious. I love you with. " I knew she wasright. All I can say is that I tried. I remembered all Mom told me, atleast I think so, but I just couldn't roll my hair very well. It had beenweeks, months, since Mom first set my hair and I was surprised at howlong it had grown. Sure the top was fairly easy, but how was a guy, agirl, to see in back of her head? With aching arms I put the last rollerin place. Looking into a hand mirror I could see that it was a wreck:loose hair, dangling rollers, and twisted rows. Just walking.