College Interruptus

Chapter Twenty

Banged and Buggered

It was time to make another move on Irene but Julia with her mouth and second-time-fucked cunt totally deflated my libido. Even the sight of Irene once again taking Jamal’s black cock did not do much to re-ignite my passion.

On Monday I was faced with only three students and messages from the parents of the others that their children had flu. That was the story all week and I was one of the few in the village who didn’t get it. Naturally Irene had to cancel the Friday dance lessons too.

Friday however was the day that Christine got over her bout with the flu. That day she and Janet Williams were my only students so we spent the day reading aloud from children’s’ classics. I said that they could go home early and at three PM they both left.

Five minutes later Christine reappeared.

She stood in front of my desk and arched her hips at me in an obvious invitation to carry on where we’d left off three weeks ago. It had been one week since her classmate Julia had so ably serviced my needs and the sight of the shapely, nubile beauty standing there and virtually asking me to fuck her again was enough to cause me to downplay the risk of another illicit liaison.

“Mom went to the city today to do Christmas shopping and she won’t be back until Monday. Daddy didn’t go because he says he has to finish the budget for next year so he’ll be working all day. Can I come and visit you tomorrow afternoon?”

“Come at one…my cleaner will be gone then. But come in through the school door…I’ll leave it unlocked for you. Then nobody will see you coming to my apartment. “I’m really looking forward to being with you, Christine. You’re the loveliest girl I’ve ever known.”

If she had a real tail (instead of the figurative one I’d had a piece of) it would have been wagging as she ate up my effusive compliments. And it wasn’t all bullshit either.

I started drinking at eleven as soon as the maid left. I was strangely nervous, afraid that I wouldn’t perform. I took a Cialis and went for a shower shortly after twelve, determined that I’d be as perfect as I could for the lovely youngster. I felt a twinge of guilt for what I’d done to her, for the way I’d played on her adolescent emotions and senses to get her cherry. But I knew that I’d do it again if she had another cherry to take.

When, after drying myself, I emerged naked from the shower I was welcomed by an image I could only dream of.

In front of my bed a naked Christine stood with her legs spread wide apart, her head and shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled provocatively on her proud, shapely hips. She was smiling at me with her little mouth parted, her teeth slightly bared, the tip of her wet, pink tongue showing. The wet, petal-like, hair-lined lips of her vagina were presented to my eyes like an Aztec virgin on a sacrificial altar, waiting for a huge, plunging weapon to stab into her. The almost invisible bush of her pubic triangle glistened lewdly in the pale afternoon light. Her large, perfectly rounded breasts, jutted out like twin, inviting ruby- crested mountain peaks, waiting to be climbed, asking to be conquered. Her legs, so long, so full, so satiny smooth- looking at their inner thighs, were moist with the flowing juices of her passion-flowered cuntal mouth.

“My God Christine!” My hungry tool sprang to instant erection.

She displayed the instincts of a prostitute as her hand slid slowly down over her naked belly the fingertips dipping lower through her soft, blonde pubic hair, blazing a path toward the glistening pink slit between her legs. When she reached it, she placed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand on either side of the soft, glistening lips and spread them slowly, slowly, apart, revealing the trembling pink bud of her erect clitoris to my lust-ridden gaze. With her right forefinger, then, she traced down, down, until the tip came in contact with the miniature phallus. She began to stroke it, titillating it back and forth, round and round, sending more rivulets of her lubrication trailing down her inner thighs. And while she stroked her clit, rubbing her finger in maddening cadence along the gaping crevice of her wet, pink cunt.

“Do you like it Mr. Aspen? I saw a girl in a sex video do it and it made me hot. Daddy has a lot of sex videos and since you…like…had me, I’ve watched them a lot.”

Like a predatory beast pouncing on its prey I was on my naked schoolgirl, my mouth covering hers, her lips and teeth parting to accept my plundering tongue as my assault carried her onto the bed on her back.

I forced my hands between her shoulders and the bed and ran them down the soft curves of her back and hips, making little mewling sounds deep in my throat. The raised ridges of her spine felt hot, white-hot, to me as she undulated her body against me in slow, teasing rhythm. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under the skin, giving testimony to the predatory power my little schoolgirl possessed. The tenseness of the cords in her thighs pressed against the outside of my hips, and I wondered vaguely how they would grip around me moments from now, when I sent my pistoning cock burrowing deep, into her innermost depths.

"You feel good, Mr. Aspen," she breathed. "All of you feels good, but your cock feels the best of all." Her nails trailed across my back, leaving small red welts in their sharp path. I pushed my hands farther down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her ass in the palms of sweat-slick hands, pulling her crotch hard against me. I moved up and down the fiery slit, sensing it grow wetter and wetter as her passion seethed out of her. Her buttocks began a more desperate rotation up against my loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on either side of me, her calves locking against the back of my thighs, pulling me tighter to her. "Oohhhh, fuck me again!" she wailed. "Fuck me now, Mr. Aspen, fuck me, fuck me, fuckkkkkmeeeeeeee!"

It was hard to believe that this was the little virgin I’d deflowered nine days ago. My prick moved between her legs and she held it tightly, caught between the spread lips of her pussy. She stuck her tongue out all the way and raised her mouth up to mine. Her tongue was like liquid fire, licking all around my mouth, flicking at the corners, and like a soft, flexible pry bar, probing between my lips. Her tongue tip moved behind my lower lip and ran back and forth with long sensual strokes. It bored into my open mouth, avidly seeking its counterpart. It found the tip of my tongue and flicked a tattooing drum beat against it. I was literally on fire with desire, her tongue pushing my desire to ever increasing heights.

All this time her hips had been vibrating, making little movements around and up and down. The motion had coaxed my cock to give up a flood of pre-seminal flow and it now covered the entirety of Christine's sexual center. The stream was flowing down to my balls and coated them and ran down into the crack of my ass. I had never been so wet before, even after shooting a full load of cum. I could not help but moan at the pleasure of the feeling, giving in to the sheer joy of holding Christine against me.

I moved my hands to her buttocks and kneaded and caressed them. My finger tips probed between them, into the cream slickered crevice. I ran my fingers up and down the valley that split her ass, stroking across the little rose bud of her anal opening and then down into the soft folds and creases of the feminine secret recesses hidden between Christine's thighs. Involuntarily, my hips started matching the motion of hers, and we moved against each other, our strokes becoming longer, more insistent with each passing moment. "Oh, God, Christine, I'm getting so close!" I managed to mutter.

"So am I," Christine whispered, "but I don't want to cum this way. I want to cum with you inside, filling me, stroking me, and spurting me full of your man juice. Fuck me Mr. Aspen. Fuck your shameless horny schoolgirl.”

I ground my pelvis into the squirming pliant flesh beneath me, fucking into Christine with long, hard strokes. She strained back under me, arching her loins up at me, lifting them both a few inches off the squeaking, already-sweat-soaked bedspread. She moaned and mewled wildly under my pounding, driving body now, opening and closing her legs around my hips as she worked up and down in a pagan rhythm. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side in wild, insane abandon.

I reached under her, between her rotating buttocks as I drove my pistoning cock into the hot moistness of her pussy. I stretched the moons of her ass wide with my hands, and then dipped my middle finger toward her anus and found it. A small stream of warm moisture was running down the widespread crevice from where I was fucking into her. It lubricated the tight puckered anal ring, and I probed experimentally for a moment. Then I thrust forward with my middle finger, hard, feeling the rubbery opening yield slightly; suddenly, the nether ring gave way completely, and my finger slid in up to the first knuckle in the tight elasticity of her anal passage. She leapt her body upward to crash into my with a wet, slapping sound at the sudden, lancing pain of my digital entrance. And then she was screaming for me, saying, "Aaaagggghhhh, you’re hurting me, it hurts, but if you like doing it, it’s OK Mr. Aspen.”

Yes. This was the next cherry I’d get. I thrust again, sinking my finger to the second knuckle. My compliant and trainable schoolgirl would soon give me her unfucked asshole as willingly as she’d surrendered her virgin cunt.

Despite her seeming reluctance, I felt Christine suddenly begin to screw her buttocks back down on my worming finger until it was sunk to the palm of my hand. I waggled it inside her fleshy passage, eliciting more cries of pain and passion from her. I could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages, the underside of my driving prick sliding in and out of her wet cunt; I timed the thrusts of my finger with the forward stabs of my monstrous rod, impaling her on two strong, hard, immovable objects. She groaned wildly under me, and I could feel my cock growing and expanding inside her until it felt as though it were going to burst from the exquisite pleasure building in my balls. I had to cum soon, I had to, I had to! If I didn't cum, I was going to go out of my goddamned mind! Oh Jesus, I had never known it could be like this, this good, never, never... !

I wanted her to cum too, to mingle my bursting juices with hers simultaneously, and I began ramming my prick into her still harder, in time with my burgeoning finger skewering into the rubbery depths of her rectum. She gripped me tight between her imprisoning thighs, opening and closing them around me in time to my long, hard thrusts, and I knew that my young, once-fucked schoolgirl was approaching her orgasm. I continued the merciless thrusting of my cock and my finger with all the strength I possessed in my muscled body.

"Aaaaaggggghhhhh, fuck it, that's it, Mr. Aspen, fuck it hard. OOOooohhh Fuuuuuuucccccckkkkkiiiiittttt!"

She continued to chant the words, over and over, drawing each syllable out, spurring me on to greater heights with her obscene mumblings, pounding her heels with rhythmic tempo on my back as she jack-knifed her legs up to mash them against her breasts, offering me the full expanse of her upturned crotch. I wondered if fuck it meant only her cunt or was she begging ma also to keep on finger-fucking her asshole. Her eyes rolled like a hopeless drunk, her face contorted with lust as she sought to achieve her imminent release. And it was all enhanced by the fact that nine days ago she was a sixteen year old virgin schoolgirl. Now she was a sex-crazed female who wanted only an orgasm.

The wordless cries burst from her throat in a low, banshee wail, piercing my eardrums, and she pulled her thighs back tighter until the whole of her widespread crotch was presented to my heaving pelvis. Her ankles locked over my shoulders, and she squirmed her hips beneath me in a wild, uninhibited dance of ecstasy, screaming out her orgasm to me.

I felt the warm, gushing juices of her climax seethe and flow around my thundering cock as I battered my body brutally against hers, as she locked herself up on my prick with all the power in her thighs, as her loins spasmed convulsively against my belly. And then the great, swirl of heat which had been building, building in my testicles became unbearable, and I gasped again and again, and finally the hot viscous load began its frenzied rush from my bloated scrotum along the tube of my cock. I began to spew hot, pressured streams into her sucking cunt in a seemingly never- ending burst, emptying my very being deep, deep up into the warm inner depths of her lusting pussy. I moaned my last final droplet, an eternity later, and then my cock began to deflate; I withdrew it slowly, with a soft popping sound, trailing thin gossamer-like threads of semen along her belly as I rolled over beside her, my mouth open and my breath wheezing forth like a gaffed sea bass. I lay with my front connected spoon-fashion with her back

“My Gawwd Christine…you’re a marvel…if I didn’t know I got your cherry I’d think you’ve been fucking for years. Was it good for you too?”

“Oohhh Mr. Aspen…you know it was. Do I really satisfy you? Being so young and all?”

“You couldn’t satisfy me more,” I murmured as I caressed her naked body. My right hand moved easily and slowly over the prominent rise of her buttocks and slid between the firm hemispheres. Our combined juices had leaked from her pussy and down into the crevice of her as and I felt the little puckered orifice that had accepted my finger while we fucked.  I pressed my thumb against it and rolled it around and around. 
 
Christine seemed to like that, thrusting her butt back and wriggling her hips. I tried to push my thumb into her backdoor, but it was not well enough lubricated so I reached around to dip my thumb into her cum-filled cunt and to drag more of the profuse love-grease to her anus.
 
After spreading it around, I pressed in with my thumb again. This time, the first joint slid past the tightly-clenched pucker with minimal resistance. I pressed harder, pushing my thumb in deeper and working it around and around. Christine moaned deeply and thrust her ass back at me, encouraging me to stick my thumb all the way in her rear.
 
Suddenly, she started wheezing like an asthmatic and  moaning so loudly that it was almost a shout. "Ahhhh! Unnhh! Oh, god! Yes! Unnhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" She jerked back and forth, slamming her ass against my pelvis hard enough to cause audible smacks as flesh met flesh. Damn. She was getting a climax from my thumb up her ass. She was really a hottie.
 
I pushed my hips forward, lifting her upper leg to allow access and burying my rejuvenated cock to the hilt in her pussy. At the same time, I rotated my wrist, making my thumb twist around in her butt. Christine had slid forward and was now lying on her belly.
 
Christine's climax shook her. She jerked her hand out from between her thighs and balled it into a fist beside her face. Her hips shook and jerked. She let out a rising "Oooooooooooh!" and then began crying inarticulately, over and over again as her orgasm shot through her in electric jolts.
 
I hadn't come a second time yet and, as Christine slowed down, I wasn't getting much closer. I looked down at my thumb up her asshole as the tight 
pucker seemed looser and the lubrication made it invitingly slippery.
 
Pulling my thumb out her anus at the same time I pulled back and slid my cock out of her pussy, I wrapped a hand around my prick and guided the head up to Christine's asshole. I pushed forward, but the resistance was greater than I had expected, especially since Christine clenched her cheeks, tightened her anal opening, and tried to shrink forward and away from my probing pole. My cock ran into a wall and bent painfully.
 
"Ow! Stop!" Christine cried. "That's the wrong place!"
 
I hesitated only a moment. "No it isn't," I said. "I'm going to put my cock in there. I'm gonna fuck your asshole, little girl."
 
"No!" Christine protested, but there was something less than complete rejection in her tone, perhaps a hint of thrill, of danger, of forbidden excitement. She tried to slide to one side and get away from me, put I put a hand in the middle of her back and pressed her against the mattress.
 
"Yes, goddamnit!" I hissed. "Yes! I’m gonna do it. You’re woman enough to take me there. Hold still, goddamnit."
 
Sliding my hand up just under the head of my prick, I pressed forward again, centering the tip in her ass pucker. My legs were spread wide, outside Christine's thighs, trapping her underneath me. The hand on her back pinned her down further. 
 
Stiffening my cock with my hand, I hunched my hips forward again. The tightly clenched rosette of her asshole suddenly bloomed outward, and I saw the head of my dick push inside her.
 
"Ahhhhhh!" Christine yelled. "Ow! Ow!  Mr. Aspen, it hurts! I’m only sixteen. Take it out! Please! Pleeeeeeeease!"
 
I didn't take it out, but I stopped pressing forward. I held my position with the bulge of my cockhead trapped inside Christine's tight asshole. She snapped her hips first to one side, then the other, trying to dislodge me, but I stayed with her. 
 
“The thickest part is in you now Christine. You’re opened enough now to take the rest.”
 
She whimpered helplessly, unable to escape by moving forward with her thighs pressed hard against the mattress, and she couldn't move backward without pressing my prick deeper up her ass.
 
Christine continued to whine for several moments, but the initial pain of my partial penetration seemed to have eased. She moved her hips back and forth a few more times, more to ease the pressure than to try to rid her stretched anal opening of the fat intruder that had taken incomplete possession of it.
 
When Christine’s whines and sobs ceased she took a deep and ragged breath.
 
"That hurt me a lot, Mr. Aspen," she complained. "You're too big to be in me there!" But her actions belied her words. She moved her hips again, this time experimentally, in a slow, rolling, twisting motion, rather than in quick jerks that tried to get away.
 
“Does it still hurt, Christine?”
 
"Umm... Ooooh... It's not so bad, now," she panted.
 
“You’ve had bigger things come out than what I’m putting in you,” I said softly but I don’t think she understood what I meant. I started pressing forward again. Looking down between us, I saw another inch of my cock slide up her asshole.
 
"Owwwwww!" Christine yelped. She threw her head back, eyes clenched shut, her mouth open in a grimace of pain. I stopped again, but again kept my prick where it was. I was a couple of inches up her butt, and there was no way she could get away from me now. I was fiendishly, feverishly determined to get my cock all the way into her ass.
 
“Kneel Christine…come up on your knees “I urged and putting my hands under her belly I brought her up on her hands and knees.
 
Now I had a perfect view of what I was doing. Little more than the glans of my cock was in her asshole but I knew that was the toughest part. The pain of my penetration seemed to have faded after a few moments. Christine relaxed her tense muscles. I felt the tight ring of flesh that encircled my cock shaft ease slightly.
 
I leaned forward, my left hand cupping and squeezing her pneumatic, left breast-melon while my right hand cupped her pussy and began to tease and titillate her clitoris.
 
Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, I pushed forward again, goosing my cock relentlessly up Christine's rectum. She looked back over her shoulder at me and winced, as if expecting another jolt of pain, but then seemed to realize it wasn't hurting as much as it had.
 
"Oh, God, Mr. Aspen, go slow!" she begged. "It's not so bad if  you go slow. Wait! Wait, please! Give me a second. Ahhhhh. Okay. Okay. Real slow, now. Please. Oh, god! Oh, god! It feels so big in there. My bum is so small and tight.  Oh, Mr. Aspen. Go slow, please. Ah! Ah! Easy!"
 
I was creeping in as slow as I could but, even so, a little more than half of my prick was now up her ass. The feel was incredible. It was similar, roughly, to sticking it in her pussy the first time, but much tighter and less slippery. Her asstube seemed to clutch at my cock.
 
When Christine drew a sharp breath and then whined, I stopped pushing forward and slowly drew back until just the head was still in her butt. Then I moved forward again, still slowly and gradually. I reached the previous point of maximum penetration and smoothly, minutely, slid past it and deeper. Christine's fists clenched tightly and she moaned, but she did not try to move away. Indeed, she held her hips steady now, offering me a firm, 
solid target.
 
I got all but an inch up her ass this time before stopping and pulling back again. Christine let out a deep breath that she had been holding when I let up the inward pressure. I let her pant for a moment before I began my relentless slide up her asshole again.
 
Christine made a strange, new sound, a high keening  "Eeeeeeeeee!" as I slowly forced my cock deeper and deeper up her rectal passage, pressing forward into new territory. I felt and saw the cheeks of her ass brush and then press against my stomach. 
 
Moving my hands to her hips, I pulled back on them, slowly but persistently, forcing her backward onto my thrusting cock, burying it to the hilt in her ass.
 
"Arrrrgggh!" Christine moaned. "Hold it! Please, Mr. Aspen. Don't move for a second. Just let me get used to it. Please! Hold still for a moment."
 
I was happy to oblige, since I was enjoying the unique pleasure of having my cock wrapped in a way it had seldom experienced. Christine's tight anal tube twitched spasmodically every few moments, increasing the already strong pressure that surround my cockshaft in the tightest grip it had ever felt. I spread her asscheeks with my thumbs and pressed forward as far as possible, holding my prick buried all the way in her back channel.
 
After a while my little schoolgirl relaxed. She began to roll her hips around on my cock again. Her breathing was still ragged, but now it was more passion than pain.
 
"Jeeze, Mr. Aspen, I never thought we'd do this! I mean... One of the girls I know talked about it once, but we didn't believe her. She said she liked it more this way than regular fucking, especially because she couldn't get pills and didn't like rubbers. I thought she was lying. But it feels good!"
 
Experimentally, I pulled back about half an inch, then pressed all the way back up her asshole again.
 
"I think it's okay, now," Christine panted. "Go slow, though. Try it, Mr. Aspen. Move back and forth a little. Pump me a little."
 
Tentatively, then with increasing confidence, I began to slip my cock in and out of her ass channel. At first, I moved just a little bit, slightly more than an inch back and forth. I couldn’t be sure how it felt to her but the friction from her unlubricated anal channel burned like fire. 
 
Christine held still at first, then gradually joined in, humping her firm ass up to me in harmony with my movements, tense with the fear of pain, but slowly relaxing as her butt tube grew used to this large invader.
 
Then I remembered the condoms in the bed table drawer and while slowly riding my schoolgirl’s lush ass ripped open the plastic.
 
“What? Why? Why did you stop the girl whimpered in dismay when I pulled out of her hot, little asshole. In an instant I rolled the lubricated condom onto my throbbing cock and pushed into the now gaping, one inch opening of her anus.
 
“Yaannhhh…oohhh yanhhhh,” I heard her sigh with pleasure as I began to shove in and out of Christine's ass with more authority. She was still tight but the lubricated condom allowed me to slide easily in the resilient, elastic tube. She held still at first, holding firm to give me a solid target to oppose my thrusts. She began to pant with passion, and gradually her hips movements became more uninhibited, more demanding, more open. 
 
Once again, she slipped a hand under her stomach and into her snatch. She rubbed her clit for several strokes, then reached back further and felt with her fingers around her ass, briefly circling a thumb and finger around the shaft of my cock, then cupping my balls and squeezing very gently. She let go after a few moments and moved her hand back to her notch, where she began rubbing her clit again in time to my movements in and out of her butt.
 
I continued to slide in and out of Christine's asshole, gradually increasing the force of my movements. Soon, I was snapping my hips forward to drive my cock all the way up her ass, then dragging it back, only to plunge forward again. We were both getting very hot and passionate. Christine was making almost continuous moaning sounds and had begun jamming her hips backward to drive my prick deeper. Between her thighs, her hand was rotating rapidly. She moaned, groaned and whimpered as I fucked her ass with increasing vigor.
 
"OhmyGod, Mr. Aspen, I don't believe how good that feels," Christine gasped. "Does it feel good to you?"
 
"It feels fucking incredible, little girl!" I told her. "Your asshole is so tight. Tighter than your lovely cunt was the first time.”
 
I could tell that the combination of her flying fingers and my deep butt probes had Christine going again. She was whimpering almost continuously, giving out little grunts of passion each time I plunged my cock into the depths of her asshole.
 
"Your ass is so sexy, Christine," I told her, knowing that I was getting close to orgasm. "You should see it. Your luscious asscheeks are spread wide, especially when I push all the way in like this..." I shoved my cock in all the way and, holding her against me by her flesh-padded hipbones, ground my pelvis around, making my cock rotate deep inside her. Christine groaned with pleasure. She clutched the sheets in her fists.
 
"Oh, jeeze, Mr. Aspen, you're gonna make me come again," she cried, and, almost before she got it out, began to buck and jerk as her orgasm bolted through her. "Ahhhhhhhhhh, GOD! Oh yessss! It's so good! I don't believe it! Ram me, Mr. Aspen! Ram your cock up my butt! Doitdoitdoit! Oooh! Oooh! Arrgghhhhhh!"
 
Almost without losing a beat I pulled out of her ass and stripped off the condom. I looked down at my bare cock and slammed it home in the gaping anal orifice, my thighs slapping against her jiggly ass cheeks. The obscene sight of my rampant bone plunging into her butthole while Christine cried and jerked and shuddered in the throes of her second orgasm sent me plummeting over the edge. 
 
I felt the cum boil out of my balls and gush into her spasming asstube. I slammed my prick in and out twice more, then buried it to the hilt, jamming it all the way up her butt, yanking Christine up onto it as the last jets spurted deep into her bowels.
 
I fell across Christine's back, keeping my cock deep in her backside. We lay that way for a while, with Christine rolling her hips occasionally to work my prick inside her. I kissed the back of her neck and nuzzled her ear.
 
Still coupled I rolled us onto our sides. We were facing the mirror, Christine in front of me, my head behind and beside hers. I wrapped one arm around her chest just under her marvelous her tits and held her back against me. I slid my other hand between her legs and let my middle finger slip back and forth through her slot. Pressing back against her pubic mound, I drove her ass back against me, forcing my cock as deep as possible into her ass.
 
"Well, that was something different," I said. "Did you like it?"
 
"Yeah," Christine admitted, "although I never thought I would. But it was really sexy." She squeezed my prick with her asstube. "Still is."
 
She leaned against me for a while, rotating her hips to enjoy the feel of my cock in her butt. I stayed in her as long as possible, but gradually my prick became limp and popped out. Christine trapped it between her asscheeks and pressed back against me.
 
“Will I get an A in Sex, Mr. Aspen?” the girl asked with an impish smile?
 
“You’ll definitely get an A in fucking, Christine…and in Buggering. But to get an A in sex you also have to have an A in Cocksucking.”
 
My little schoolgirl’s expression changed suddenly from cute to serious. “You’re not gonna ask me to do that are you?”
 
“Seems fair to me sweetie. I sucked your cunt didn’t I.”
 
“Uh..yeah…I guess so. But there isn’t time today.”
 
“Yeah, and if you sucked my cock right now it would be a dry well. Your cunt and your ass drained me.
 
We chatted for a while before she left but the unpleasant thought of sucking my cock was obviously very much on her mind.