Plunging into you deeply, the piston like action definitely increasing. Sounds of pleasure coming from your throat, the vibration I can feel against m... lips, teeth biting against you, my groans added to yours. The fever pitch enveloping us.Moving my hips faster and faster. you push back, impaling yourself with each stroke on my stiff rod. The massaging of your cherry is no longer circling, just rubbing with hard pressure. I know we are close. Your torso clenches, your hand reaches back and. Anyways as the class met their partners, Jennifer eagerly shot over to me right away and said "hey, I'm so glad we got teamed up together". "Me to" I said, still not really believing it at first. We got set up on our week long assignment and it didnt take long for Jennifer to start to flirt with me. By the second day she was stepping up her game, grabbing and slapping my ass not even hiding it from the class. We continued on our project that was due for presentation early next week when friday. I hate it when he calls me kid, however I’m not going to tell him that. Yeah I watch too many mobster movies. “Let’s go eat.”We get in his rental-car and he drives us to a nice steakhouse. “My Martina didn’t want to go to Alanza’s,” he says as we sit at a booth.“Yes daddy, I’m tired of working at the restaurant on the weekends and eating leftover pizza every day,” Martina says as her dad nods.Martina’s dad tells us to order anything. I order the prime rib with fries. Martina orders the. I slipped into the house as quietly as possible, and though my own bedroom was upstairs just down the hall from my parent's bedroom, I had no intention of going there, not at the moment anyway. Just as quietly, I then proceeded downstairs towards the den.For a while now, my father had been remodeling the downstairs basement, specifically so my sister could have an even bigger bedroom than the one she had upstairs next to me, which was now a sitting room for my mother, though I never saw her.