.aur usne ache se lip stick lagayi thi…Uske kapde bhi us per suit ho rahe the….mene usse kaha mujhe kiss chahiye…usne kaha uske bf ko pata chale...a to uska break up ho jayega…mene kaha nahi pata chalega ….to mene usse kaha chalo hum coffee pi kar aayenge…mujhe laga ki wo mana karegi…per usne aisa nahi kiya,,,wo maan gayi aur hum dono municipal market gaye car mein…waha per bhi mene usse zidd ki ki mujhe kiss chahiye usne mana kar diya…to mene kaha thik hai chalo mein chod deta hu office per…Hum. It was Becky Finklestein. And she didn’t even need to use her arms. If I closed my eyes I could still see her bouncing the straining barbell on her pectoral shelf like a feather. “The police can take care of Becky, Vic. We just have to worry about Courtney.”Vic finished his beer, and crushed the can in his massive fist. “Okay kid, what’s yer plan?” he grumbled.On Saturday I was starting to feel a little better. At least I could breathe without my ribs hurting. I got a call from Vic at noon.. "She probably would have quit school if her mom would have signed off on it. She was a real handful and no one really knew how to handle her. You should have seen the way she would parade around the house. The first time I visited, she walked out of her room and down the hall to the kitchen without anything on. It didn't matter than Sean was sitting there, talking to me and his Mom. She just paraded in, made sure she bent over to pick up something in the bottom of the fridge and sauntered out.". My left forearm was across her small breasted chest, pinning her shoulders to the bed and my thighs pushed hers wider apart. As she lay helpless on her back I took hold of my cock and guided it to the lips of her pussy and pushed it up to the entrance to her love channel and paused.I will always treasure that moment, that precious moment just before I deflowered my first virgin when I knew she was powerless to stop me. Her pretty face was a study of fear, apprehension and maybe the expectation.