“Melinda lives three doors away and we grew up together. We’re trying to rekindle our friendship,” I explained.“That’s nice,” said Cheryl....“I feel safe with you. Most boys can’t wait to start groping me but I know you’re not like that.”I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, but I didn’t say anything.It turned out that Cheryl lived further from the school than me, but as it was in the same general direction the walk home would only be a few hundred yards.“Why don’t you come in for a. "I'll call the principal and we'll go in and meet with him and your teachers. There are just a few weeks left of school. I'm sure we can figure something out. But we can't rush you back into normal life, and you shouldn't either."Randy nodded, the full extent of his powerlessness and vulnerability finally hitting home."I think I hear Dad's pickup. You'd better get going, Mom. I'm sorry to be such a burden." Honey, you're not a burden! That's crazy talk! You're just-"The rattle of Ed's Ford F150. I twisted and knelt between her open thighs. I reached under each knee and raised her shapely legs into the air. Jenny adjusted herself to get more comfortable.I placed my cock at the entrance to her pussy and slid inside. She moaned again as I pinned her legs down. I began to pump in and out of her wonderful snatch. I pounded away for what felt like an age but was probably around 7 or 8 minutes. My cock was slick with cum and we were both grunting and moaning. I was almost out of energy when I. Mr. Burlington was the archetypical Guardsman SNCO: 6 feet 3 inches tall, built like a brick shit house, and as erect as a Scots Pine. He shook my hand warmly as we met."Billy has told me all about you, and it is a pleasure to finally have the honour."He led me into his office, where he introduced me to a rather severe looking female in her mid-forties. She was of medium build, with a trim figure, fair hair worn up in a braid, frameless glasses, well defined cheek bones, a hint of an overbite,.