She just stood there, her face getting redder. “That’s right.” I moved back in front of her. “You’ve been a great audience. Get out of here, the rest of this is private.” I just stood in front of her, staring at her, challenging her with my eyes as the students awkwardly moved behind me. It was a good four minutes until every student was gone, and I spent every second staring her down. “It sure sucks being faced with what you’ve done, doesn’t it?” I asked smugly. “Be thankful I didn’t bring japan up that you had your way with me strip after I didn’t give consent. What kind of ‘love’ is that, May? If that’s what you think love asian is, God help anyone you love ever again.” “I don’t want to speak to you ever again.” May said softly, the first thing she said in a while. I chuckled and folded my arms, hiding the twinge of pain I felt from those words. Somewhere inside me, May was still the high school crush I pined for, even if that part of me was getting exponentially smaller every day. “Fine by me.” I said. “But only if you promise.” I held out a hand and stared her down. Slowly, May extended her arm and I firmly shook her hand. “Goodbye forever, May.” I said, slowly and meaningfully. “Bye.” she said, half in soft anger, half in fear. I couldn’t help beaming to myself as I walked away. At this point in time, this was all I wanted. I won. May was out of my life. As far as I was concerned, she was one big problem I wouldn’t ever have to worry about ever again. More importantly, I won. The last conversation we ever had wasn’t dominated by the sneaking, cheating, raping May. I got to have the last word. I was still smirking to myself as I got to the main hallway. Most of the students were gone – I would have to spare no time in getting to the bus. Either that, or pray to God that Nicole was still here and willing to drive me home. There were only a few students left, just standing in pools talking amongst themselves about classes or whatever. Among the sounds of the crowds, one stood out, and it sounded like a vaguely familiar one. In the main hallway, there was lingerie one branching path that led to a small dead end, so to speak – the elevator hallway, just in case anyone in a wheelchair or something decided to go to Hazelwood. Being the stupidly curious kid I was, of course I had to go investigate. Very quickly, I discovered why I recognized the sound. It was Megan, because life decided it hadn’t thrown enough shit at me today. She was crying. ‘Crying’ was being generous. She was bawling her eyes out, the quiet kind where you weren’t doing it for attention or anything – you were doing it because your life was as good as over. “Megan?” I asked her in shock. She didn’t really respond – she was curled up in a ball. I couldn’t see her face. If her hair wasn’t so distinctly beautiful, I wouldn’t have been so sure it was her stripping at all. As the dog’s thrusts became more vigorous strip Craig felt his cock gripped like a vice as suddenly Marge’s eyes flew wide open, her mouth formed in a silent scream, as the dog actually managed to force his knot into her ass. It had now almost become a game. "Ahh! Rekha bit her lower lips hearing the words. Then last night, the stripping fight, her illusions... This can only bring us closer together.” We kissed and heard Amy saying, “Hey, where is everybody?” The creature inside her was doing somersaults it seemed like. I asian shivered. He had no trouble as my cum and her juices were dribbling out of her She agreed and again sat down with Max between us. “Absolutely,” Tom replied again. “If you have evidence to the contrary, please Ambassador, share it japan with lingerie us so that we may revise our investigation.” The Chinese futa fucked me faster. How I loved them. Which she immediately did, gazing up at my face.