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“Jesus Christ,” Lauren’s brunette friend spat. “What a psycho.” “What the hell is your problem?! God! ” Lauren cried sex out in an aggrieved voice, as she shrunk back behind her friends, acting the part of the victim. That was almost enough to have Emily damn the consequences and couple fight her way through so she could tackle that bitch to the ground. She was tired of the casual bullying, tired of being looked down on and mocked. Tired of taking her backpack off after a trip between classes to discover that someone walking behind it had spit on it. Glaring hatefully at Lauren through a blur of tears, Emily angrily pushed past everyone, ignoring the yells of her teacher, and stalked back outside the chemistry lab. Her breath choked up in her throat and she paced aimlessly on down the empty hallway a ways before stopping and slouching against the wall. The bell for the start of class finally rang, and the long hallway of the sciences building had emptied out but for a few last stragglers. “—mily!” A distant voice sounded, almost like someone was calling her name, and she paused. That sounded almost like— “Emily!” Brian called out, running towards her at a jog. “Brian?” What’s he doing over here in the science building? She was still giving him a perplexed look when he tossed a balled-up bundle of dark red fabric towards her. She caught it, and then carefully unfolded it to reveal a collared polo shirt. “Sorry,” he panted, finally plodding the rest of the way towards her. “Locker’s all the way over on the other side of campus.” “Your… gym shirt?” Emily held up the shirt—it looked familiar. Wait, wasn’t he just wearing this during lunch? She wanted to be angry at Brian for arriving too late to salvage her situation, but as she watched him attempting to catch his indian breath after sprinting across the entire school, there just wasn’t any anger for him in her. “Nah, this is my gym shirt,” Brian panted, tugging the plain white tee he now wore. “Couldn’t give you somethin’ all musty and sweaty-smelling. Changed while I ran, already Car in trouble with Mr. Stevens. Gotta run, backpack’s still in the quad. Go change!” She squeezed the garment in her hands. It was still warm. “Emily?” Brian asked, but she refused to look up at him. “…You okay?” Emily didn’t respond. “Emily?” “Ha! I looked at him as though I was doing something wrong. We took six Cruisers and we did a complete surveyed of the planet, it was just what we needed and complete with water, underground caves to house our people till buildings were built. I know you're close so I suck harder on your clitoris. Her green eyes stared back at him, the sex desire glowing within them. What horrified me was that between the humiliation and touching, I was getting turned on and wet. Sometimes I swore it still smelled like him though, fresh and sexy. “All of you, cum with me” I still managed to shout out before my orgasm hit me “OH FUCK I’M CUMMING INSIDE YOU MY SLUT” I screamed and in the same moment indian a deafening uproar came from my three girls, when they were shaken by yet another unexpected orgasm at my command. I ask my Dad for one thing months ago and he calls in friends from two branches of the military and one from federal law enforcement who proceed to make my therapy their mission. It was different from eating Car out a futa's pussy. Kimbo walked deeper into the room scanning it before turning to face her. As soon as I was all couple the way inside her she let out a wail that I am sure was heard throughout my neighborhood. Eventually, she gave Gail and me three children to raise, and after having her tubes tied, continued to nurse and fuck me anyway. Even now at 65 she still had the desire for sex,but only with me she would tell me. I was the only one she needed or wanted which I was sorry when I told her I was probably not going to be there for her desires.