It is a poor substitute, but beggars cannot be choosy. You make feel so hot, so utterly out of control.I jack my fingers in and out of my cunt as fast...as the aching muscles in my arm will allow. I am growing fatigued, but I cannot stop. How I wish it was your cock in me. I cry out softly with frustration, still fucking myself madly. The image of you before me sustains me and I don't want to let go of my fantasy.I need to cum baby. I have to cum. I pull my fingers out of my pussy and stiffen my. I was resigned to going home after work, taking a bath, and frigging myself to my favorite fantasy. It wasn't my first choice of a way to spend my special day, but it wasn't my last, either!So imagine my shock when I walked in the front door of our house to a big group of people yelling "Surprise!" And in the middle was Rob, grinning like the Cheshire cat. The house was decorated with balloons and streamers and we proceeded to have a rock roaring party.There were seven couples at the party, and. He left class with his friends, and I went home by myself. For some reason, I felt that I couldn't wait for my next math class... For some reason, I felt the winds of change around here...The next day, we had math class as well. I had math at wednesday and thursdays when I was in 9th grade. When I got to the classroom, I saw Dylan already on his desk. I placed my backpack on my usual desk, until I heard Dylan speak:"Hey, why don't you sit here next to me?" he asked."I don't know... Your. She put a movie into the VCR and climbed into her dad's overstuffed recliner with Micah. Tracy and I sat down on the sofa, close together but not quite on top of each other. We all chatted a little bit while the movie played, none of us really watching it too much. To my surprise, I found it really easy to talk with Tracy. She was pretty & cute, to be sure, but the more we talked, the more I saw that she was funny and sweet, and really seemed to be a nice girl. She admitted to not having been.