I was sure that someone must have heard what had happened. Paranoia crept into my every thought, along with the guilt of what I’d done with Emma the night before.
The night when I’d fucked a nineteen your old student of mine in my tent.
Over breakfast I had gingerly asked my colleagues whether they had heard any strange noises last night, but none of them claimed to have heard a thing. I’d shared a brief look with the teen that I’d shared myself with and she offered no visible cue of what she was thinking.
Finding time to speak with Emma alone was impossible, even though I really needed to. I came inside of her. Not just a little, but fully emptied my sack into her tight pussy. I wanted to ask if she was on birth control, I wanted to hear what she was thinking. Did she feel the same guilt I did? She did have a boyfriend at home after all. And she had instigated it all – it wasn’t like I would have instigated anything. It took her hand around my manhood to coax any real reaction from me.