The following day Lori came to my house and asked my mother if she could talk to me. Mom took one look at how pretty she was and how much she had grow... and then sent her right up to my bedroom.At fifteen Lori was the prettiest girl in our class at school. She had a pretty face with nice complexion, reddish hair to her waist, and really nice tits. She was wearing a pair of cut off shorts and a halter top.She just walked right into my room and lay on the bed next to me as I was reading. She took. Man, she was aroused even more , making the situation frenzy.I raised my head, and went up to her pretty face. It was Radiantly glowing. Realising the fact that i wont be able to see her again, i fought with the volcanic eruptions in my heart, trying hard not to externalize my feelings. I touched her face. It was so soothing. She adjusted her head, and raised herself a bit, to seal my lips with her. She wanted to dominate me , for one last time. I wanted to relax. She made me lie down now,. Her cries and moans got louder and her fingernails dug deeper in my butt until I could take no more .She continued to squeeze her nails into my butt all while my cock throbbed shooting my cum inside her.She finally moved her arms up sucking hard on my neck until she felt my cock stop throbbing I could feel her heart beating against my chest while she slowly regained her composure “thank you “she said finally catching her breath.She ran her hands through my hair and gave me a quick kiss “your. ’ I didn’t even bother to wonder how he had found out, and found out so quickly. Somehow Xavier had always known instantly what was happening. It was positively uncanny. Had he not been born filthy rich, he would have made a superb gossip columnist. ‘Delicately put, as usual, ‘ I said, ‘ but it’s good to hear your voice.’ ‘What’s even better, ‘ he counted, ‘ is to hear that your Marcel Marceau has finally taken a walk. ‘ ‘It’s a bit more complicated than that, ‘ I shot back. ‘Well, don’t snap.