'David, I know that you are the fuck boy of Grants Hall. So don't play that bullshit game with me.' I gasped for breath looking Ron in the face, his e...es were livid and his expression was frighting. I looked at Ron as he began to move in my direction, 'what are you doing,' I whimpered. Ron replied 'I'm going to teach you how to recognize me next time.'I tried to scamper up higher on the mound of equipment, Ron grabbed hold to my leg and pulled me back to the bottom. Ron slapped me across the. She hefted them and they spread over her hands, spilling out of her palms in a delicious flood of hot flesh. She leaned over at the waist, letting those globular masses dangle and shimmer as they lengthened from their weight, then swing heavily as she squeezed them together and apart with her arms. My balls ached, but it got worse when she straightened, turned her back to the audience, and proceeded to flex her thighs and buttocks to put her cheeks, bulging around the string in the crack of. Her mothering instinct kicked in, and her hands felt ... kind ... when she brushed the dust and small pebbles off the shoulders of the golf shirt I was wearing. The shirt was not typical teenage boy. It looked and felt soft and well made. It fit the body that I currently inhabited like a glove and accentuated my new svelte frame and budding muscle tone.“Judy, is Tommy hurt?” This came from a very pretty young woman who walked up just as the gentle ministrations ended. When she withdrew her. . please." I couldn't believe it. Any of it. My finger was in Cara's wet pussy, she was squeezing my shoulder, and she'd just said the first word I'd heard her say since the accident. I still didn't know what to do but Cara seemed to know exactly what she wanted. I could feel her slowly tightening and relaxing her pussy around my finger and was raising and lowering herself on her toes, causing my finger to slide in and out of her. I had no idea what would happen if I stopped so I thought what.