Today, though, was different. For two reasons:Tom's green eyes, normally hidden behind a pair of glasses, were bare tothe world, their emerald depths...unshielded for the first time in over tenyears... The rest of his outfit was fairly standard: a backpack, bulgingwith schoolwork and textbooks, was slung over one shoulder, wrinkling anotherwise unblemished black, short-sleeve button-down that hung looseover a worn pair of jeans.Also, and perhaps more momentously, Tom had downloaded a new app. . am I pretty?”What a thing to ask! Damn right she was. He had spent most of the day pounding into her. He had been with her more than any other girl in the room. Her short dark hair, curled around a thin face, with a tiny button nose. Her eyes were small and far apart and small ... blotchy skin and two small mismatched breasts... She could see his realization in on his face. He tried to rescue the situation. “You are—your.” He had bungled it. Her face showed sadness but not anger or even. She did not put clothes back on. She merely wrapped herself in her terry cloth robe and dove into her homework assignments comfortably. A year earlier, their parents had argued about her proper attire at dinner time. Her father had asserted that she should be dressed at the table as she chose. His argument was that if the top priority in her life was to be her schoolwork, she should be supported as such in many ways including optimum comfort. If it was good enough for her to immerse herself in. The blindfold twisted around as my head fell from side to side, and quickly he pulled it back over my eyes, then spanked my pussy hard. "Bad kitty baby, keep still!" Somehow the spankings there seemed to be pleasing enough to make me want to come, my legs lay flat to the bed and I whispered out to him once again. "More, please?"Without another word he moved between my legs and pressed my knees firmly to the top of his bed. The heat in the room at this point was almost unbearable. I could.