Are you related to him?” “No, he's just a friend. I like helping him and he shows me lots of stuff about cars. I like cars and learning how to fix...things.” “Do you go to school?” “I'm supposed to, but I don't go. This is better.” He took the hose away from the gas tank and put it back where it belonged. “You're full now.” “Does your mom know you're not in school?” “Don't have a mom or a dad. Jim kind of took me in.” “Really. I'm sorry you don't have a mom or dad.” I glanced at Jim lighting up. I nodded at him anxiously.The first feeling of his hard dick entering my ass was so painful I thought I might cry. His immense dick struggling my ass hole from it's initial tightness to a wide entry for his dick, was killing me but after he began motioning it in and out this feeling turned to absolute pleasure as he repeatedly rammed my ass making me scream the house down with my loud moans. He started to go faster, at this point lying on top of me kissing me through my screams of pleasure. I. I love dancing," she replied."Yeah, Melody and I used to dance a lot, too. My favorite was the Tango, then the Rumba, then ballroom dancing."Mention of the Tango perked Monica right up. "You like to Tango?" she asked, her excitement showing."Love it. It's about as close as you can get to having sex in public without getting arrested," I teased. I saw a distant look cross her face for a few seconds and figured she was reminiscing about dancing with Tony."Sorry, didn't mean to leave you alone. Don't touch me.” She says.She finally picks up her pencil, & sits down. Funny, I thought she would have taken that more harshly. She may look like a prostitute, but that doesn't mean I should treat her like one, she's my classmate. Now I have to find out how in the world that “phrase” came out of my mouth. I'm not the type to use explicit language to anyone, or in any situation, so how did I manage to do it to her? I'm shore it’s not puberty, I'm already past that stage. I still don't have a.