When World Literature ended, after seemingly little time, we headed out to our final class of the day, Principles of Engineering, taught by the infamous Mr. Hindi XXX Isabelle didn’t notice at first, but as it grew, she could feel it on her thighs. “What?” I asked surprised and nervous. Her panties’ light blue color had a clearly wet spot where her slit was. I followed her down the stairs, quickly fixing my hard on so it went up into my waist line and wasn’t as noticeable. Isabelle was a bit nervous with all of the people on the bus, which was cute to me, but we managed to found a seat. “Oui,” she said, hoping I would take the initiative. “She looks great today,” I thought to myself as I turned
