I felt a bit confused about this. Then a black student threw a basketball at me (not to me) during a game. The fact that he knocked me down and he was...supposed to be on my own team surprised me, as well as the gym teacher.That was enough! I left the gym class, ignoring the protests of my coach. I quickly got dressed and walked back to the music room.Mr. Proilet was teaching his Theory class. He saw me come into the room, and he interrupted his class. "More practice, Jim?" Something like that,". His personality was imposing, aggressive and overbearing. He loved his beer, he loved his women, and he loved his football... and all of them too much.My mother Annette I took after in ways. She is of Norwegian and German decent of families that had immigrated to the homesteads of Oklahoma. Her and the women of her family are petite, slender and small breasted, some times to an extreme. She is somewhat middle-of- the-road amongst her kinfolk, weighing only 110 lbs at a height of 5'2". Her skin. 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 downwards. So hard and so fast, his cock so thickly. ?” I stuttered. She just nodded and I felt my blood rush to my head. I got really furious at first with them for tricking me. Then with myself for falling for it. But it quickly subsided and I weighed up my options in my head: 1) Leave in a strop, spend a fortune on a taxi and leave a horrible, cold atmosphere with two friends. 2) stay here, sulk all alone, and face the even colder atmosphere in the morning (and still pay for taxi!) 3) play along see how it goes. Option 3 only suggested itself,.
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