Jon is calling "Jon, you spell your name like a pretentious son of a gun, you know that?" Her laugh bubbled out as she joshed with her Jon. "Take it ...p with my parents. They're the ones who inflicted me with it." Jon was tall. To say otherwise would be moronic. He hadn't grown into his height yet, so his body was abnormally lanky. If you looked at him, you would figure him for a mama's boy who played Dark Heresy in the basement with his smelly friends. If you figured that, then you are spot. He rubbed it around on it to lubricate it.He rubbed the tip against her pussy, teasing her. She screamed, “NO! PLEASE! STOP, STOP! HELP, SOMEONE! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS, PLEASE, PLEASE,—PLE—OOOHH!” Nick had plunged in. She seemed winded by him entering her, and her mouth dropped open in shock. He slowly pushed in, she was so tight, and stopped at her virginal barrier, confused at what it was at first, since he had never taken anyone’s virginity, all the girls he’d fucked were over 21 and were. Tim told her that he was perfectly fine with that. It became to regular thing that every Friday evening Tim would show up at our house and he and Andrea would fuck untill dawn Saturday morning. Since I had worked all week I always gave up watching and went to bed, leaving them to play. A typical Friday would be me getting home at just before six . I always come in the kitchen door from the garage and there is where I'll see Andrea and Tim fucking on the screened in porch or if they aren't there. “Are you a student here?” he asks, and the tone of his voice doesn’t go unnoticed.“If you’re worried that I’m a student then you don’t have to worry about me telling,” she says.Mr. Johnson smiles, even laughs slightly. “I don’t think getting involved with a student is a good idea, that’s all,” he offers.“Oh, Mr. Johnson...”“Please, call me Matt,” he interrupts.“Matt...” she continues. “I know that being a student doesn’t stop you and I’m cool with that. I mean you’re a man and you have desires,.