“Is that so?” He asked. “Well, next time answer me the first time I ask, so I don’t have to break cum up your important discussion.” “Yes, sir.” Megan squeaked again. “‘Sir.’ I like that.” Mr. MacDonald grinned, before continuing with the attendance. I was fairly nervous about second period. I had never taken Spanish before and didn’t know what to expect. My nervousness only increased with the fact that doggystyle when all of us had gotten to the classroom and sat down, the teacher had yet to show party up. After all of us had a chance to make small talk with our neighbors (except for me, of course) our teacher burst through the door, carrying a small stack of papers. “Siento!” She said distressedly amateur in either a Mexican or Spanish accent. She plopped the papers down on her desk and straightened herself out. “I guess that’s your first lesson of the day – siento. It means ‘I’m sorry,’ but only in non-formal circumstances. If you’re saying sorry for something specific, it would be ‘lo siento.’ Has everyone got that? Great. My name is Mrs. Luciano and I’ll be your Spanish teacher for the next semester. I hope everyone’s looking forward to learning Spanish, unless you already know some Spanish, in which case I guess it’ll be re-learning!” She burst out laughing then immediately transitioned into continuing. “You’ll be getting a coursebook for this semester which will act as your personal tracking logs – there’s a fee for that I’m afraid. Don’t worry, I’m sure your parents will cover it!” Another laugh emerged before she continued. “So for now I’m going to go ahead and dive into the rules of the classroom, and then we’ll get into the first lesson. Does anybody have any questions?” None of us said anything. After a few texts to Nicole and a bit of stumbling around, I found my way to the history hall. I should have guessed it was around the same area where I took geography, but I was still a bit of a freshman. Eventually, I got to my class and opened the door to find that the teacher had already begun his lesson. I felt my cheeks redden. “Oh, sorry.” I mumbled. The teacher, a smallish old man of pure white skin and graying hair, paused, as if scanning my face. “Oh,” He said, almost to himself. “Don’t worry about it. oral Find a seat. I was just beginning anyways.” “He will be worse!” I joke and we share a laugh. Amy would squall a protest, but giggled as she resurfaced, letting them know she enjoyed the game. “It’s almost cum fully soundproof. Note: “Got hayfever?” came Lucy’s voice. I cupped both her breasts. I was party afraid you would catch me, so I didn't stay and watch. I ground into her, massaging her bud. Sasha clipped the ID card to an all-black lanyard and handed it to me. Her: I don’t know if I can handle another oral orgasm. She leans in and doggystyle kisses me on the shoulder. My wife laughed and said, "Guess you amateur will eat faster next time won't you?" I squeezed Greta's breasts. All the men had hard cocks. She asked. Our deal was much deeper than sex. Jo got up and moved behind her and began squeezing her tits. In case you haven't figured it out yet, Chasni absolutely loves havin' sex, in just about any form. Barb got off of him and Amy sped up. He was in disbelief as he sat watching this unfold before his eyes.