Nice knees.After an hour they stopped and packed up.“See you same time tomorrow, Sarah,” said Chantal, as she walked toward a narrow path on the f...r side of the clearing.I casually followed Sarah out to the street and watched her enter a small coffee shop. She stayed for about 3 hours, studying, before going home on the bus.I went home and googled Ste. Marie’s College for Girls; just curious. It’s a private college for 18-20 yr. old “ladies” to help them get into good universities.Next day I. "She ran up to her bathroom and grabbed her favorite brush. It had a short handle that was rubber with ridges all down the sides. She had always thought it felt nice to hold in her hand, but now she had an even better idea for it. She ran back downstairs to a panting Buster and went to her original position kneeling in front of the couch. Before Buster could remount, she shoved the brush handle into her hole. It wasn't quite as big as Buster's cock, but the ridges tickled her insides and hit. I alienated myfamily and friends, and was too proud to go to your place when I shouldhave. Then, when I finally decided to go, it was too late, and that gangcaught me and did...those things to me," She began to cry."Oh honey! Please don't cry! What happened wasn't your fault. It was thefault of some wannabee tough guys who haven't enough courage among themto anything alone. It always takes 5 or 6 or more before they get anyguts, and then it's just dumb guts. Pack mentality. THEY'RE the ones. She told me to make myself at home and so I took a seat on her couch. She went into her kitchen and returned with a couple of glasses of wine. I took a large sip of wine as she sat next to me on the couch. She took a drink then set down her glass. I did the same and then she moved closer to me. I put my arm around her and we kissed, picking up from where we left off in the parking lot. The kissing still felt great and the wine eased my nerves. I’m into the kissing but I remembered that she.