She raised her head ever so slowly and finally released me from the gentle grip of her lips, smiled sincerely and said, “Thank you. I think I need t... lie down. Too many of those tasty tropical poolside pops,” then rolled onto her side and snuggled against my shoulder. “Yeah, they make ‘em pretty damn good,” I agreed, then remembered my manners. “Thank you for the awesome blow job.” We lay there and basked in the post-orgasmic bliss. Then random pillow talk commenced and I asked, “Hey, do you. He smiled at me. "Do you have any idea how much me and my frat brothers love it when little high school girls come to our frat parties?"I laughed a little. "I'm not in high school." I lied."Don't even try to lie to me baby. How old are you?" 15" I whispered."Are you a virgin?" No." Good. I hate schooling virgins."He pulled my shirt up and immediately started sucking my tits. One hand squeezed the left one hard and his mouth sucked on my right nipple. His hand was squeezing my left one so hard. As he was talking all this he got excited and came near her and seeing her hands in her cunt he got even more and horny and wanted to fuck her , she resisted but he would not listen and started to first suck her cunt and then in spite of her half hearted resistance he entered her cunt, initially it hurt her a little but once his cock was inside her cunt she just could not stop screaming and had came and was much better than her masturbating , after this fuck she was always eager to fuck and. Brad sat at the desk in his study with his face in his hands, trying to hold back the tears. There was a heavy weight on his chest. He could feel his heart laboring and he found it difficult to swallow around the knot in his throat. Brad almost wished that his heart would stop; the pain was too much to bear. He knew that committing suicide was the coward's way out. His cherished son, Carl, might have understood, but would surely have much preferred he kept on.Brad could hear his wife, Emily, in.