Even the teachers would often look the other way while this badgering took place. It is not surprising that Trent hated high school. He hated everythi...g about it, well almost everything. His school did have one redeeming quality to it, and her name was Becky. Becky Watson was the captain of the girls cheerleading squad. She was a blond hair, blue eyes goddess that to Trent was the epitome in which all young ladies should be measured against. Unlike the other popular girls in school, Becky was. I stared at her through the living room window. The rain quickly drenched her hair and covered her body. Her long dark hair whipped in the wind as she let the rain gently rinse the cum off of her. She looked so completely perfect. She looked like a Spartan woman and left me breathless. It was then that I realized what she already had… There was no one there. For that day, the entire town belonged to us.Once she was satisfied that the rain had rinsed her off well enough, she slowly walked. I had yet not been able to download his memory with out feeling some ill affects each time. Downloading someone's mind like, say, an architect did not give me detailed information on how to be an architect but did allow me to converse and understand them on their own level. I just lacked the total background and creativity needed to be an architect.Virginia summed it up best, "You are like a sponge you can absorb the knowledge from a person and store it as if you were an encyclopedia; but lack. “How old is she?”“She’s young babe. All will be revealed.”Maria looked at Don’s cock and thought that it really looked like it might explode. It was so hard and pulsing in her hand, slick with its own lubricating juices. She wanted it inside her so bad but she wanted Don hornier than he’d been in his life this weekend.Releasing Don’s cock Maria wriggled out of her panties. Don moved toward her but she pushed him back. Straddling him she placed her pussy on his cock flattening it against his.