We talked for a bit,both of us a bit embarrassed,and then tried to go asleep.What seemed like ages later he complained that he couldn't sleep because ...e was horny and it was my fault.I laughed and said it wasn't my fault,I hadn't done anything.He said it had been me who moved backwards and had started rubbing my ass on his cock and not the other way around.He said his cock was just starting to get a tiny bit inside my virgin ass when I "awoke".He thought I had come on to him.Now to be honest,i. Burketts," I said. I wanted to hug him. He grinned slightly and said, a bitcryptically, "You already have." Returning to school for my senior yearseemed like such an anti-climax! I had a big calendar on my wall, and startedcounting down the days until I could change. All was going along fine untilcold winter day when I was in the school library, leafing through the NewYork Times, when the obituary caught my eye:Famed Life Magazine Photographer Burketts dies at 62My hands were shaking so badly. Then she lay down on the couch and spread her legs and waited for Darrel to move between them. Darrel fucked Pam for what seemed like an hour, but in reality was only about ten minutes. He had her legs up on his shoulders and her high heels did dance next to his ears as he slammed his cock into her.Pam wasn't one to use words like, "Oh yes fuck me" when her pussy was being pounded, but she was a noisy fuck with a lot of screaming, wailing and loud cries and I sat there and heard everything that. West and JR were definitely not amused. Poor young Paul had never seen a fag quite as open as Yann and spent most of the meal stunned. But for me it was like an over-excited puppy that wouldn't stay off the couch.Still, when we headed for the carts, I made the boys stay at the club. "Go swim, or play tennis, or hell, drink martinis at the bar for all I care. Don't break anything and don't get me put out of the club." I gave them both a light kiss. "Behave. Oh, and Bunny, don't let Greedy be.