I turned my head, and Meika stepped closer to me, he moved my bangs out of my face and kissed me. Meika pushed me so I was leaning up against the shed... From the side of the shed that we were on, nobody in the house could see us. Thanks goodness. He held one of my hands above my head, he had his arm leaning on the shed as well. My other hand was in Meika's back pocket. Meika's other hand was on the side of my face. We kissed for a long time. I had never kissed anybody like that in my life. I. You want money? What do you want, Cole?”He throws his few personal items into the bag and zips it up.“I want to get away from this. From you. You make out like you’ve got it all figured out, like you know how much of yourself is an act but you’ve gone too far.”My mind is racing. Panic. Anxiety. Is he leaving? What is he saying?“What d’you mean?” I ask.“I mean it doesn’t matter what you say to me when I’m driving you someplace. All that matters is what you actually put out into the world.. This allowed me to fulfill my lease and get things packed for home. That leaves me back to where I started, looking up this students skirt at her white, cotton panties. This student, Michelle, was a super 8th grader at nearly 15 years old. She had a nice figure with B cup breasts, long slightly curly red hair and a relatively beautiful face. While I typically did my best to maintain my professionalism, I would have to be blind to miss all of the young beauties that I saw every day. Michelle was. It was taking him every last bit of energy not to come because he loved how hot it was to be fucking her 110 pound body. "You dirty slut!" he yelled.She hated hearing him call her a dirty slut as he slapped her ass while fucking her as hard as he could but deep down she knew based on this act alone, she was the dirtiest slut of all of her friends. This was the worst kind of betrayal one could commit but the harder she got fucked, the less she seemed to care. "Oh I know I am a slut this is so.