I run my hands over your naked arms…up your strong shoulders…down your chest. Your sizzling skin feels even better than I thought it would. I lean...in and bite your shoulder lightly as I wrap my arms around you. I stop a second and kick off my high heels. You keep moving forward with me in tow. You’re dying to have me and unwilling to wait another second. Finally, we make it to your bedroom. Clothes start flying. My blouse. Your shoes. My jeans. Your jeans. My bra. Your boxers. Finally, my. Larson started the lecture, talking about how compound sentences worked, how they differed from simple sentences and complex sentences, and how to diagram them by identifying the independent clauses. Joey listened and drew, and occasionally got confused with the details of identifying the different parts of speech. Words were not his strong suit, but lines and visual structure made more sense to him, so the sentence diagramming helped him make sense of grammar. Often during class he would look. “Good evening. Madame Taylor. What time should I have this young man home to you by?” she asked. I blushed more as my mother laughed and replied in French. Wendy did not miss a beat but responded the same with an occasional glance at me. When she realized I was not following the conversation, she broke out laughing.“I’ve been in your Mom’s French class since eighth grade. I thought you knew that much.”“Sorry, I’m a little slow. I must have gotten hit harder than I thought.” They both looked. One thing just occurred to me. I take it that you are a virgin, so is your hymen still intact?” I asked.“I don't think so. My sister gave me a dildo for my 14th birthday. The first time I used it it hurt and there was blood on it, so I guess that won't be an issue. Sorry.”“I didn't ask because I wanted to take your cherry. I asked because it could spoil your first time if I had to break it.”“You're only going to fuck me once?”“Not if you'll let me fuck you more than once. I just think that your.