I opened my legs and placed a pillow over my swollen cunt. I squeezed my legs around it pulling it into me. I could feel its pressure on my clit. It w...sn't long before I was erupting in a beautiful orgasm. The pillow was soaked from my juices. I couldn't believe that a boy was having this effect on me. He couldn't have been much more than eighteen years old. For some reason I couldn't get him out of my mind.Later that night when my father came to visit me I told him what happened in school and. Jana gave him a slap to the face and scolded him for his action. She hauntingly told him that he should have told them he needed to use the toilet, but of course that was an impossibility given the ball-gag firmly jammed into his mouth. His mouth had long gone dry, his ass ached from the plug, and he still needed the toilet to relieve the pressure from the plug and had so many questions he wouldn’t know where to start, if only he could speak.Jana reinserted his earplugs and together, the women. " you say and everything falls under silence."Jeff..." says your mum knowing he's going to get angry. She is suddenly silenced by the way he smacked his glass onto the table nearly breaking the glass."You really are a stupid child..." he says with a hint of disappointment in his voice but mainly anger."I don't understand what you have against the army. You were once a soldier..." you say before you feel the stinging pain of your dads palm on the side of your face causing your head to turn.You. It was hard to remember that woman's face, being nighttime and fucking and all. But she made a habit of riding by every night about the same time, and then one day our eyes met and she smiled and looked down. It was her! I was convinced of that at least. Then of course I was waiting for her to ride by, and she stopped riding by. Again, I had stopped looking, and winter came and went, and a warm spring followed. One afternoon, on a Saturday, on a day I usually was not there, there she was.