With her passion seemingly spent and her frame sagging against the sink countertop, I grabbed my underwear and pants, slipped them on with panicked sp...ed, and ran out of the restaurant.My first thoughts were that I had been raped. 'Men don't get raped, ' I kept telling myself. 'They get butt-fucked in prison but men don't get raped by women.' I was shaking when I walked into my house. I rushed to the bathroom tossing my underwear in the garbage and set the spray on stinging hot. I breathed in. I told him that I had always dreamed of being with him. He said that he always dreamed about me too. He always wanted to ask me out, but always got nervous. He then started kissing me. His hand disappeared under my skirt. We were kissing deeply and his hand found my pussy. He moaned as he rubbed me over my panties. Our tongues were together as his middle finger rubbed between my little pussy lips. We were both moaning and kissing. I then felt something that I have never felt, a. She is very sexually active, she seems to take after her mother and likes to experiment. She tries hard not to get a reputation and little is known about her activities in her school or local area. Matthew is fifteen and in school, a year away from taking his exams, not a lot is known about his sexual adventures, he likes to keep it quiet.Sweet deceptions.It was a normal school day and Sarah and Matthew Jones were sitting down for breakfast, Sarah seemed a little distant and preoccupied. . ‘Nothing since?’ ‘Nope, just my little plastic pal.’ ‘Your… ooh!’ he said with embarrassed realisation. ‘The kids never seem to wonder why the batteries in their toys don’t seem to last.’ ‘You nick them for…’ he wagged a finger, ‘Shame on you!’ ‘Oh I know,’ she said with a sideways grin, ‘but it’s better than me strangling them after all,’ Emboldened by the new candour and her own curiosity she asked, ‘ are you… err… seeing…’ ‘Nothing at all, I’m always too knackered to go out somewhere to find.