Now don't get me wrong. My parents are great just not rich. I'm not bad in sports and have had a couple of nice girl friends. But the last one ended q...ite badly. I found out that she wasn't the virgin beauty I thought she was. I saw her cheating when I went to visit her after school one day. It wasn't the first time I had visited and it wasn't the first time I had just opened the door without knocking. Then I saw her getting screwed by some schmuck. Not only a bitch but not a true blond. Later on I got her text and I got my mum to drop me of at her house. I was actually quite excited. Her 'house' was actually more like a mansion. Two large iron gate swung open to let us into the grande driveway. The house was no less striking, with curves and bends highlighting the great architecture. But if I was honest with myself, I hadn't come here to look at the architecture. I waved my mum off and then knocked on the large dark oak door. Ten seconds later, Jas was at the door. She was. .. To relieve the tension evident by the bulge in my pants, and quench this fire Wanting to insert myself inside a vaginal tunnel, fucking, for a time, long Feeding the pussy with each thrust as it sings a silent song Images of a fuck face accents the act, with each facial twitch Mutually masturbating each other, scratching that horny itch Throwing ourselves into a madness of pleasurable pain Fucking like wrestling lions on the African plain Moving in and out with ferocity, servicing a very hot. It wasn’t like he was knocking back the strong stuff either; it was just a couple of beers, but it was enough to make him a little tipsy (not that Jack would admit he was in fact a lightweight when it came to alcohol). So he’d shrugged off the offers of company and set off alone down the dark street towards his parked convertible (a present from his parents for his 18th birthday). The last thing he remembered was struggling to insert the key into the ignition, and a shadowy figure just beside.