“Punctuation.” “What about it?” I asked. Blowjob sex I noticed it was just us two…”Come on!” he said and pushed me to the side…”Stop,” I said…”Why?” “I don’t know, just stop!” I said. I think he liked my writing technique. His hand went under my dress, fingers to my wet quim…I couldn’t help squirming… Then I was raising my rump, opening to his touch when the palm of his hand slid on my lips, fingers dipping…I put my hand back…I was all puffed and wet and the palm of his hand made me shake and move on it…then he would rest his hand and play with me, his fingers sliding up and down as I lifted more and he made me come on his fingers, my cunt in the palm of his hand, my cheek on his knees. I entered the classroom and there he sat…English was a bore and writing a chore and a passing grade was barely in sight for me…I walked to his desk.
