I find myself wanting to just grind my pussy into the chair until I cum. I feel possessed. If I don’t cum, will this never go away? Will it always b... like this? I pictured myself pinned, the door behind my head, and his dick ramming into my mouth. I’d been panicked but it was also amazing. My lips were stretched around the thickness of his shaft. I had made him cum. I was oddly proud of how I’d encouraged him to keep face fucking me. I’d surprised myself. I think I’d made him cum harder than. We wanted an early start in the morning. I was going to get my own room but Charlotte insisted that I could stay with them. She said that Billy would rather not sleep with his mother but that I could. Billy took the first bed so from our bed I could see into the bathroom. Charlotte went in to freshen up but she didnt close the door. When I watched her remove her pants and shirt I realized just how nice she looked in her bra and panties. Charlotte looked at me and smiled and then she said, Its. I had absolutely no clue what that meant. I just sat there crying and wishing I wasn't there. I wished I wasn't there a lot at that age too.He didn't bother to explain anything to me, just unzipped his pants and pushed himself in my face. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me against his crotch. I felt sick to my stomach with fear, I still had no idea what was happening or what he was doing. He told me to open my mouth, and when I did, he pushed his hips closer to me, and dropped the. Hanson. We had a pretty good relationship and he liked me and helped me and was basically my personal trainer to become a better athlete. Mr. Hanson would often times join us while we worked out to give us tips. Since the first year at school, I had had a crush on him. His hairy strong legs and beautiful hairy barrel chest were eye popping. Absolutley perfect. During a last period gym class, near the end of the year, we were working out in the weight room.I would always be staring at him during.