They know you from the newspapers and the school paper. I don’t expect any problems with them. After all, it’s just math study, isn’t it?’ ‘...eah, study,’ I mumbled. ‘I’ll walk you home.’ ‘You don’t have to. I’m sure I’ll be alright.’ ‘No, I want to, really. Come on, let’s go.’ She lived two blocks from my house. I never knew she was that close. When we got to her place she said, ‘Come on in. I think daddy’s home. I want you to meet him.’ Suddenly I was sweating again. I hadn’t counted on. I was pumping up into Erin with as much force as I could when Erin stiffened and looked down at me.“Slowly lover. Slowly.”Looking up between the heads of my two smaller wives I looked into Erin’s eyes and she smiled and mouthed to me, “Babies”. I pushed up into her again, she dropped down onto me and we both came. I shot a huge load up into her womb as she wrapped her arms around her wives’ heads and pulled them hard into the flesh of her breasts.After I finished unloading, Erin released her. Maybe I had a crush on her because after fucking Diane as much as I did I now had a thing for older women, maybe it was because she was so nice and ladylike and classy and prom and proper, maybe it was because she took an interest in me and my school work, maybe I thought about fucking her because I hated her fat husband, or maybe it was all of those things. Maybe I wanted her so bad because Mrs. Jennings was unattainable and pure. At seventeen I had sex with four girls. The first was Selina. She wasn't in the hospital anymore she didn't think. Mr. Ferguson was the funeral director of the local funeral home, and he and his son were moving around some equipment in a small room that looked more like a clean garage than the morgue where she'd been last night.Her heart began to race as Mr. Ferguson reached for the buttons on her blouse. This wasn't good. Mr. Ferguson would see her titties. She looked for a way to escape, but found she couldn't seem to get more than five or ten feet from.