Extreme close up had ended and some sexy looking girl was sitting on a park bench flashing her bald pussy at the man sat next to her. I turned to Ian ...nd nodded. I would suck his cock. Not the most convincing yes but it was good enough for Ian who stood up and took his t-shirt off. Ian was about 5' 9" and was quite athletic in build and had short blonde hair. He was a good looking guy and I was shocked he had not had a least a blow job. He discarded his tracksuit bottoms and sat on the edge of. When I asked his mother where he was and she told me that she had sent him away for a few hours so that we could be alone.She explained that she had found out about our bet. She was not pleased that her love life had been the subject of our betting. She then said that she would pay off the full amount of her son’s bet if I would fuck her.I was silent.You see, Jimmy and I are only thirteen years old and in the sixth grade. His mother was our fifth grade teacher.Without a word she took me to her. Timora thought she could hear a sigh, perhaps a sound of pleasure at getting scratched, from Emma's direction. Then Emma was pushing through the brambles, turning and twisting to keep the thorns from digging too deeply into her soft, feminine flesh as she moved. 'Why would I think of her flesh as being soft and feminine?'The next sound she heard was a low growl; the kind she might make to a girlfriend when she spotted a particularly succulent, well-muscled farm boy. This growl, however, came. “So it’s the feeling of vulnerability that does it for you then?” He asked her. Megan nodded. His hand suddenly alighted on her knee. “Of course,” he told her, “you’re not really in a position to do anything when you are restrained.” She said nothing as his hand moved backwards slightly, pushing the hem of her skirt back. She knew that if he wanted to he could push her skirt right back past the tops of her stockings. “They aren’t too tight are they?” She shook her head. “So what was your.