"Isn't he too old, I thought they didn't take over-age students in high schools?" I asked, the problems of this begining to whirl in my head. ...He's been given a special dispensation because of his mother's death. He only has to take three classes for one semester anyway." "Sure, no problem," I said. "Have him come over in the morning and I'll take him." "You're a doll," she said gratefully, and hung up. I mulled over how this would affect his training. It would. The only problem is that you are scared. You are about to meet a total stranger whom you only know from emails and the craigslist ad he posted. There was a scenario that you talked about online, but now you feel nervous, not knowing exactly how this will play out in real life. The only thing stopping you from getting cold feet is that you've come this far. And the aching feeling deep inside you. You know, here in the center of your being, that the dark fantasy you always had finally caught up,. My brain whipped wildly between wanting and not wanting.Just when I'd adjusted to the rhythm of slap and wait he pressed his cock to my hole. My body was too lost in the rough and tumble of restrained force to voice an objection. My fingers dug into the quilt below me. I was wrestling with the idea of twisting, turning and rolling out from under him but he rested his weight on me, pinning me firmly.His cock head pulsed against my arsehole. One, twice, I began to shake my head, no, but he thrust. ”“No, you always went to your mom.”“Yes, I did. And we talked about why that was last year when all the stuff happened with Liz. I guess my serious objection is that you’re saying going to Mom isn’t good enough, and suggesting I should have somehow known that when it was OK for most of the last nineteen years.”“And do you think Liz should be able to bring a boy to spend the night with her?”“I think that’s none of my business,” I said. “But I’ll point out I was eighteen and in college before.