“I need to get the condom first -”She twisted, her hand reaching for her purse that she had left next to the bed. She leaned for it, her smooth na...ed body sliding against my sheets.“Ahhh!” My mouth fell onto her hairless slit. Her fingers hooked the strap of her purse, flailing as she writhed beneath me. My tongue slid into her juicy snatch, her smooth thighs gripping my stubble cheeks. “Mr. Johnson - uhhh wait - “ Her hips swiveled and swung under my tongue fucking.I slowed. When she reached. Since father Marshall was more, or less a well provided for pauper, he found in the steely eyed, old fossil of a family lawyer a far greater opponent than he could defeat.Raised behind tall, iron gates and let out only to attend private school, church and those occasional forays into the world with his rather inattentive father, Beauregard was at once a whipping post for those school mates that preyed upon weakness and fear and victim to the insecurities that accompany children of. Her face was unlike any other. It was more beautiful than any other girl. I still remember the first time i saw her. I had to take a second and third look at her. She long luscous brown hair with the perfect eyebrows. She had a cute, perfectly round ass and small tits. We both had a free period near the end of the day so i always saw her in the library. I just recently bought a new Toyota Camry so I always left school early before the school buses came to drop all the kids back home. I was. I cried and I screamed and I even kicked her. I wouldn't let her touch me, I wasn't going away. My mother was here; I didn't want to leave her. I knew she was dead, but somehow leaving would be wrong. I wasn't leaving, I wasn't going away, and I wouldn't let them make me. I was still kicking and screaming when two nurses helped hold me down. A doctor came in and lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties. For a second I thought he was going to spank me or something, but instead I felt a sharp.