He shook his head in wonder, and smiled to himself. He could hardly wait to tell Sharon. He had told her about the dreams.Carol? Carol? She was just a... girl he once knew. He went on to class, and thought no more of it. But later that day, he thought of the last time they had spoken, of the letter he had written and how wrong it had been. It had ended so ugly, he thought. Not a call, he thought. No, he would not call her. But he would write her a letter, to apologize for everything and tell her. You start to get aroused more and more but that's not enough for me. I pull away and clench my fist before slamming it deep into your tight pussy giving you a almighty moan as your pussy feel the rush of pure enjoyment. I fist you a couple of times your moaning louder and louder. Before you shudder and squirt juices everywhere all over the floor.I'm starting to enjoy it as a massage your arse with a couple of fingers. My cock starting to show through my trousers and I undress. Are you going to. When your lips reach my neck you whisper for me to bend over and turn me to my right and push me face down on what must be a table. I lay flat, bent at the waist, your hips thrusting into me from behind. I want you inside of me. I feel your hand pull down your pants. You grab inside and pull out your hard cock. You stroke yourself against my moist soft skin; back and forth against my ass as you continue to pull my hips back towards you. You enter me slowly. A little at a time. Teasing me as I. A five mile walk was more common than not. As a result of her almost daily jaunts, she knew every street, and many of the people who lived on those streets, within a three mile radius of her home. Her knowledge of the people she encountered saved her from being mugged twice, once when her attacker recognized her before doing any harm besides shaking her up a bit, and the other time when one of her former students and another of her acquaintances heard her scream and scared off the thug before.