Glad to be done with school.”“How old are you?”“Eighteen.”“And do you now have a high school diploma?”“Yes.” She paused, then blushe.... “With “honors”.”“Well, then call me Jim.”She smiled, showing me a mouth full of braces. “Okay, Mr. … I mean, Jim.”“Now, which one of those hunks out there is yours?”The smile left her face. “None, actually.”“None? How can that be?”She got a sad look on her face. “I’ve never had a boyfriend. I’ve never really dated, at least not one-on-one. I guess that between. I was kinda confused yet excited about what was happening. I didn't quite know what to expect next. She then put her hand on my leg and started rubbing my leg. When I showed approval she reached over and began rubbing my crouch area. By this time I had a FULL RAGING HARDON going and when I spread my legs a little to let her do it better and then moaned, she began trying to unzip my pants. I swear – I almost broke my own fingers undoing my pants and dropping them to the floor. After this she. Needing to be more comfortable, I carried her to the desk and rested her bottom there. "This won't take long, I'm afraid." I whispered. "I know," she purred, "I'm almost there myself." Slowly and gently we established our movements to gain the deepest erotic and physical enjoyment, as we simply fucked each other. The action of me almost withdrawing and then pushing my penis back deeply inside her hot, wet flesh, aroused us to an overwhelming passion of carnal lust. Our bodies banging against. She tells you to stop, swats your shoulder. ‘Out of interest,’ you go, swallowing merlot, ‘How much you making? Y’got much saved?’ Kay gasps and stares. Tracey’s out of bed, standing in the door frame. ‘Are you gonna be my daddy?’ You carry the girl like a load of laundry into her room, tip her into her bed. ‘Course I will, sweetie.’ Kay’s in the hallway, hands behind her back, brushing the wall with her shoulders. ‘It’s only nine o’clock,’ Kay says, pushing the glass of wine to your mouth,.