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I was computer nerd and she was a track kid. The one time I ever heard the bus driver speak was when He said we all had to sit up at the front. She scooted a little closer. Was it an ‘I love you’? She then arches her back, wide mouthed and panting she climaxes her pussy clamps on my finger. She scooted a little closer. I pull back and look at her; her eyes stare into mine, they’re amber deep and unending, searching in mine. I was at a loss, but she had track practice so I never saw her in the afternoon and I could clear my thoughts. I slip a finger in and she inhales sharply and shudders, as I move it in and out more and more rapidly.
