I wondered if her stockings had laddered from kneeling on the floor to give Dan head.Jen stayed in the bar only long enough find me in the crowd, and ...glanced my way. She then left, and I followed her.We were in our hotel room, and Jen was telling me the story of her quickie with Dan. She was lying in our bed, her dress around her waist, playing with herself. She still had her stockings and heels on. I was completely dressed, but I had pulled my cock out and was playing with myself as she told. Sara frowned. I could tell she wasn’t happy, she had done the math in her head. There was no way in hell we where finishing by the end of the school day. Sara didn’t want to be held responsible for ruining the year book though, so she sucked it up. ‘We can work tonight at my place,” I said. ‘Fine, but we are finishing tonight. I am not wasting my entire weekend with the likes of you!’ ‘Seven works for me,” I replied, handing her written down directions to my house and left for the day. – – – –. . I can do it." Thanks Joey. I'll meet you in the weight room after school," I said as I hurried away. I had a very good reason to not miss the beginning of sixth hour.Mrs. Johnson taught the Consumer Economics class I took that second semester. It wasn't until the third day sitting in her class that I ran across something interesting about her.I was browsing a few of my classmate's heads who I was not familiar with, when I suddenly felt a weak probe touch me. I instantly concentrated on my. I’m just trying to wrap my head around this.”“It’s like spades, boo. Study long, study wrong!”“You would say that,” I chuckled as I fumbled with the dwindling bottle to refill my cup.“And this be working on straight niggas,” I asked.“Yes. It’s all about the law of average and return on investment,” he remarked.I told him, “You’re too smart for me.”Then he said, “You’re way smarter than you give yourself credit for, Bo.”From there, he mentioned a case I helped solve a couple weeks before. No one.