“Good afternoon, staff and students. This is Mr. Scott speaking.” Classic. “Today, as you all know, is the day we elect next year’s student council. The student council has always been an important part of young ambitious students wishing to…” “This is teen stupid.” Nicole angrily grumbled as Scott continued. “Huh?” I asked. “I said this is stupid.” Nicole repeated herself. “It’s always been the duty of the acting president to make the introductory remark. Phil shouldn’t have even been removed in the first place, now they’re just trying to rub out his entire role as if it never happened.” I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy in how Nicole talked about Phil, knowing what I knew. Would she have spoke so highly of him if she weren’t… No. Can’t think about that. Not today. I didn’t want my nerves to get the better of me, not twice in a fucking row. “Do you think he did it?” I asked. Brilliant. That indian was sure to change the topic. Nicole gave me another sly smile. “That’s irrelevant to the whole thing, squirt.” she softly told me. “I’d like to think bureaucracy exists for a reason. When we start finding exceptions, it becomes harder and harder to put that genie back in the bottle. Enter Scott, parading around, enjoying what should have been Phil’s democratically earned responsibility.” I turned my attention to Scott, who was making some speech about student empowerment. “Well it’s a good thing he won’t be doing this two years in a row then, huh?” I asked her, trying to make her feel better. “Yeah, hopefully.” Nicole retorted. I went back to listening to Scott’s speech, before Nicole cut in again. “That said, if there was one president this had to happen to, at least it’s Phil.” She turned to me. “Do me a favor, hotshot. If you have any good memories of the guy, burn them.” She turned back. “He’s amateur a vile, cruel, evil person.” She looked down at her knees. “Evil.” I looked down at my own knees too. Nicole blamed herself for this, at least partially. I was sure of that. I was all too knowing of what she was saying, and why she was saying it. I wanted to tell her. I know about you and him. Such a simple sentence. If I said it right, I wouldn’t need to elaborate. She wouldn’t cover up talking about the stupid dating period they had. She’d know that I know. It would be out in the open. We could work it out together. “About time. “Thank you. The paralyzing control over the muscles in my leg also fell away. "You're friend has maybe a minute or two tops. The only thing I amateur was glad about is it felt like he was only using part of his cock but that soon ended as started ramming all of it up my ass. Nuns experience neither extreme pleasure, nor extreme stress; perfect for a Creator in denial. The very final cameras were for her boss' office. I collapsed on top of her. Petra and Paris need to be covered in your jizz just as much as me, Master.” ‘Don’t worry, saving the best for last!’ I grabbed Sean and pushed him against the wall furthest from his mother, placing my bag at the side of the bed and had quickly pulled down my own boxers and pants. “It would be fun to watch it slice you wide open. She instinctively rubbed it into her chest like it was suntan lotion. Whatever he was putting inside her, it burned. I frowned, struggling to parse my emotions. Half aroused, we walked into his bedroom where most of our sexual exploits teen occurred. “Son of a bitch.” She said and tried to wriggle free. I should also tell you that we did this video on Saturday morning on our indian own time. I scrolled to the end of my story and he left another comment...’I would love to be her husband and catch her’. Her romper slid off all too smoothly and his hand pulled at her panties until the elastic bunched at her ankles. Her boobs bounce up and down with each thrust and her face shows pure bliss. I asked, “Are you sure?” Soraya was there to suck his shamefully-aroused cock while the crowd jeered and cheered. “Fuck, yeah, take it!” I roared. Allie got excited then. Besides letting me brutally rape Salies harder than any bitch before her it effected other aspects of the rape. Mrs. Alberts froze as her daughter shifted again, mewling as she slept. I moved down my body to my pussy and washed it well.