Seventh grade! I thought it was sooo lame that our elementary schools went through sixth grade. Kids in other districts get to go to middle school for...sixth. I was twelve years old, going on thirteen, but barely out of elementary – get real!Anyway, my Mom brought me in during the afternoon, and I was gonna get my operation first thing in the morning. Everybody said that afterwards, the only thing I'd be able to eat would be ice cream. I sure hoped so, 'cause the dinner they brought me was. If it's something I want to do, I need to do pushups the next week and then tell him what I did after class. Once he approves what I've done, I come in the following week and stand in front of the whole group, tell them what I did, why it was wrong, then tell them what I've done to make amends. And then I have to beg to be re-admitted to the group. It has to be unanimous or I have to start all over again." That sounds pretty tough. How do you feel about it?" I don't know. I still think that. He would smack my big bubble ass as he rode me like a professional. I moaned in so much pleasure. He then pulled out and shoved me onto my back. He put my legs up onto him and put his thick cock in me once again. He was fucking me and then came in close. We were skin to skin and he came in for a kiss. I kissed him back and we made out tonguing each other. Right in the middle of kissing he pulled my head back and told me to open my mouth. I did and he spit in it. He said, "swallow it" so I did. He turned to see me. The two of them stared at me like I was toxic; it bothered me not at all."I believe this is my dance, Trey," I said with more confidence than I should have been feeling."What?" he said."My dance," I said. I took her hand and started to pull her away and out amongst them. She ripped her hand from mine."What are you doing, Zeb. This dance is Trey's," she said kinda nastily.Her tone stung me, but I recovered. "Really, well, I guess I'll be going then. Oh, and please, next time.