John talked to Karen’s parents and Karen talked to John’s. The story of the two of them is interesting enough that I asked John and Karen to write...some of their story and let me include it in this journal. They agreed and this is their story.I edited it very little.Mister Al asked us to tell our story thus far. I first met Karen in elementary school when I was given advanced placement in the fifth grade. My parents had bought a new house and I changed schools. Karen had lived in the same house. She says. I pull her Levis and pants down over her thighs and turn her round, the bitch bends over and holds her ankles, I smell her cunt as I spread her pussy lips exposing her hole to my long thick cock. My cock penetrates her cunt entrance and slides forcing her cunt to stretch open to accept my cock shaft. The bitch pushes back and forces all of my cock into her hole. Holding her ample hips I pump my cock in and out of her cunt, she's swearing at me, telling me how much she thought about. " That's if they're not talking bullshit," Patrick said. "This wholething could be a trap." It is a trap," agreed Adrian, "but they're not talking bullshit. Ichecked." So did I," Dennis said dryly. "There's nothing like doing a littleresearch to find out what you've been volunteered for. Six months to twoyears of menstruating and brassieres, sign me up." Who'd you ask?" Patrick said suspiciously. "The guys in the frat?" I called the damn office, genius," Dennis said. "Who d'you think. Even before the door opened I heard a woman’s loud voice approaching and seconds later the door opened revealing Mrs. Katz. She had a cordless phone pressed to her ear and once she recognized me she looked surprised at finding me on her doorstep. Holding a finger up to let me know to wait she then spoke into the phone.“Can you wait a minute Esther? I’m having trouble opening the door while holding the phone, be right back.”Putting the phone down on a table next to the door she smiled and ran.