You can't know how gratifying it is to learn that my efforts have not been in vain, and that my personal vision – of making the world a better place...for teenaged girls and the older men who would help them – has not gone completely unmarked.As a reader of my works, you know that I enjoy my own role as a serial teen mentor immensely, and that I have authentic affection for my young mentees. That does not, however, mean that I try to be their "best friend", or speak to them as I would a peer. I. "I thought you did, baby," Don grinned. "Well put it then." There was whispered encouragement from all sides as the gathered men masturbated frantically.Katie raised herself and positioned herself over Don's cock which the black guy, wiping his mouth with one hand, had taken from hers with his other and was holding upright. A moan of pained delight escaped from her throat as her cunt slid tightly towards the black man's hand. He withdrew it and they saw her take the final five inches, right. Still, he didn’t stop kissing her, he couldn’t. He kneed open her legs and rubbed his cock against the lips of her pussy. Pressing in, he lodged the head of his swollen cock inside her. Breaking the kiss, he warned her, ‘I can’t be easy, baby. I need you.’ Then she said two words that should have calmed the emotions running through him, ‘Me too.’ Hearing her say those words made his need to claim her that much worse. He thrust his hips hard and fast, burying himself as deep as humanly possible.. “Oh, yeah, go ahead. Sorry.” He motioned her on. He sat silent again, as if trying to choose the right words, and finally adjusted himself back onto the bed. “So do you have a boyfriend or something? I guess he misses you.” What’s this? He’s trying to find out if I’m single? He’s so awkward…..But it’s kind of cute! Riley thought to herself, and a slight smile escaped her previously rigid mouth. “No, I don’t. I’ve been on my own for almost a year,” she said between spoons of soup. “Oh, really?”.