Behind the Door, Part 2 – A Porn Story

Two chatty teachers headed to the parking lot at the end of school.

They slowed down when they saw the custodians wiping the tiled corridor.

“Be careful, Jenna,” Natalia Hampton ended their chat. “It’s wet. Don’t slip.”

She held Jenna’s thin hand.

“I’m fine,” said the teacher in the Skinny Kindergarten as he pulled his hand away. “You’re a person with high heels.”

Jenna and Natalia approached each other and took a short step.

The man stopped the laziness of the mop.

Jenna threw her silky blonde hair on her shoulders as they passed.

“Hello, Jermaine.” Jenna smiled. “Thank you for today.”

The dark man nodded affectionately. He talked lazily like a motorcycle. “No problem. I’m happy to help.”

The two looked at each other for too long for a second, and the accompanying teacher noticed it.

Natalia walked to Jenna and touched her shoulder. “What happened today?”

Jenna was relaxed. “Oh, nothing. I need his help in the classroom.”

Jenna then tries to change the subject. “I’m very excited that my class moved to Chapter 2-“

Natalia stopped her. “A child vomited?”

“Um?”

“Have one of your munchkins vomited?”

“Okay! No.” Jenna shrunk, stiffening at the word.

“Is your annoying gerbil loose?” Natalia smiled roughly.

Jenna frowned, curled her eyebrows and pretended to be angry. “Stop now! Ni meat is not annoying.”

“What is that?” Natalia asked directly.

Jenna Huffed.

“If you have to know, I have this…my classroom has a bathroom, OK. I think students must have to put the toys in the toilet – maybe a block or something.” She looked at her shoulder. “Yes, Jermaine? You’re seeing more than I do.”

“No children. Just a toy, yes, madam, that’s.” He smiled quickly, brightly.

He started rubbing again. His back bowed, his eyes staring at the shiny floor, not at Jenna.

“mm-hmm.” Natalia stopped walking, while Jenna took only a few steps.

Jenna felt Natalia’s dark eyes dart between her and the quiet Jermaine, moving the mop.

Natalia’s nose was wrinkled and her eyes were skeptical. The middle-grade teacher noticed something to hide. Jenna knew that Natalia immediately turned into a hound, the dog just locked in the smell.

Natalia adjusted the cross-body belt of her leather tote.

Standing there, Jenna became more intense and worrying. The chemical smell of the sharp bleach cleaner burned her nose and the mop was soaked and soaked.

There is no doubt that Natalia is sniffing, but it is not bleaching.

Jenna needs to clean up the mess she just made – almost revealing the charming time she and Jermaine were in her classroom earlier in the day.

Natalia’s thought must be to create and imagine various scenarios and situations.

However, Jenna decided to give the squat teacher a direct answer to show that she had nothing to hide.

“Really. Just an innocent toilet problem. It’s the kids.”

Natalia still has not moved. She pushed her hand into her round hips.

Jenna smiled and switched the folder to her other arm. The folder is closed and may be considered a defensive shield – if a private eye or therapist is analyzing her actions. Jenna, by moving the folder, thought she was open to Natalia rather than the stone wall. This is a subtle message of body language. She hopes it works.

Natalia remained firm and stared, but Jenna just kept moving forward. She tried to keep going without worrying about being as lucky as any kindergarten teacher.

The corridor is quiet. Even Jermaine made no noise. Only Jenna’s little flats were digging on the hallway floor as they headed to the exit door.

Natalia is rude. She stepped beside Jenna. Her heels lacked and echoed on the tiles. Her faint scent of cigarettes beat her to Jenna.

Jenna hoped that woman would come to her mind, and now she believed she had smelled a scent, nothing. However, the hound did not give up. Natalia doesn’t seem to believe that nothing is.

Natalia said with a squinting eyes: “I know at the end of the school, this is not a toy to flush the toilet.”

“That’s because your adolescent students have gone beyond the ‘happy’ days of going to school,” Jenna said.

Natalia clamped her hand to the eyelashes of the tote bag.

“They got sick when they took my class – stuffed on their heads.”

As the teacher walked to the door, Natalia flipped through her handbag. “My key must be here.”

Seeing Natalia’s attention elsewhere, Jenna blinked Jermaine and subtle waves. She said goodbye.

Natalia looked up in time and saw Jenna turn around from the man with a mop. She paused again and glanced back and forth between them.

Jenna left the building at a faster pace, though not fast enough to convey her secret.

However, outside, Natalia blocked Jenna’s edge of the parking lot pavement.

“Jenna.” She spoke as fiercely as her mother faced her rebel daughter. “What’s going on? Tell me.”

“What, I’m not good to someone?” She clasped the folders to her chest and drove by around Natalia. She pointed her chin high into the air.

Natalia blocked her again.

“I really easily point out a liar, and your eyes don’t cover up too much,” she said.

Jenna walked around her again, avoiding eye contact.

Jenna passed a tall Ford pickup truck with the hood as high as her shoulders, then the black Mercedes. On the other side of the car, her shiny white civic winks the light on the orange light. The door is unlocked.

She grabbed the door handle. But Natalia grabbed her before she could slide in and close the door.

Natalia leaned against the door, her arms crossed. She stared at her chin.

Jenna saw that messy glare. Average hounds don’t let go of the scent.

Jenna was just angry. “Is this what you look like in class? No wonder the kids hate it.” After the cut, she tried to smile. “Actually, I had a problem today. Jermaine was kind enough to help. What else? Nothing.”

“Your cheeks are red, you want to hit y.”

“Moy? ” she said in a dramatic French accent.

“Yes.

Natalia then pointed to a stubborn finger. “The more times you avoid answering, the worse my assumptions are. She squinted, as if trying to see Jenna’s mind.

“Hao! Cannabis? Please.” She moved to the car door. Natalia walked away.

Jenna opened the door.

“Now, I have to go home, Mrs. Hampton. I’ll meet you tomorrow- maybe.”

“Listen, I can go back there and talk to that guy. Do you want me to go?” she barked. “you?”

Natalia’s face was red.

Jenna threw the folder into the passenger seat. But before entering, she took a step, a few inches from Natalia. Her head was higher than an older heavy science teacher.

Jenna answered slowly and steadily. “Continue. Talk to him. I have nothing to hide.”

Ending their brief confrontation, Jenna got into the car. She closed the door.

The young teacher intentionally drove her compact car through the parking lot. She wanted to prove that she really had nothing hidden – something she had been worried about was going to break down.

Jenna sat upright with her hands on the steering wheel with her hands ten, both hands. She didn’t look at Natalia as she passed.

Inside the car, though, Jenna’s heart trembled and her chest tightened, as if she was playing a game. This showdown shouldn’t have happened, and Jenna fears it won’t end anytime soon. For the moment, she hopes that Natalia won’t talk to Jermaine.

From the corner of Jenna’s eyes, she noticed Natalia pointed at her, saying something (possibly threatening), and then pointed to the exit door. Jenna just rolled.

Jenna tries to release her tension from the explosion when Mrs. Hampton is out of sight. Jermaine will keep their secrets.

Waiting for traffic at the parking lot exit to rest, the car’s blinking steadily clicked. Still, she hoped Natalia wouldn’t even come back inside.

Jenna suddenly slammed her hand against the steering wheel. “Please pay attention to your business, bitch.”

Jenna left a lot of things, but, instead of going home, she was in the hidden parking spaces in the restaurant blocks from the school blocks.

She wanted to see how long Natalia had left school. She could be sure if she was talking to Jermaine.

Only a moment later, though, Natalia evacuated the school’s parking lot in her dusty minivan.

Jenna’s shoulders were relaxed and she could breathe easily.

As her calm part, she noticed other parts were overheated. She just had a competitive orgasm on the brink of fear of being caught. She fucked hard at school and was almost exposed by another teacher. This is a weird erotic stimulation.

“Oh my goodness!” She leaned her forehead against the steering wheel, allowing the haste to subside. “My God.”

Soon, she cautiously exited the parking space. Her mind is a mixture of fear, worry and arousal of burning heat. She had to consciously control her right foot, not push the brake pedal too hard, slam the car until it stopped, and hammered the gas pedal, and walked forward.

“Keep sane. Stay sane,” she repeated.

She moved home from side to side. No driving problems. At home, there is another problem to deal with immediately.

She left the folder in the car. She walked through the apartment in a twist and kicked off the flats. She took off her messy panties while she was in the bedroom.

She went straight to the bedside table. Rose dildo! Her Ina, a close friend. She skipped the teasing noise and headed straight for the craziest movement.

Her cat pushed hard and she sailed again.

A hard day, party with Jermaine, it was a much-anticipated, unraised fucking, almost contractual exposure, after-get off work orgasm. All the fierce attacks caused her to immediately enter a nuclear orgasm, shaking her body and exhausting her in bed.

After the body earthquake, the dildo rolled out of her hand, which was too wide to hold. Her right leg hangs over the edge of the bed, her toes barely brush the carpet. She thought it would be great to be under her bedspread. However, she doesn’t want to move. She won’t move. The commotion made her body and mind sway and the tremor continued to move forward, even though she fell asleep, even as she gradually disappeared.

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