Isn't it a little cold for a pool party?" It's an indoor. Will you please just focus?" All right. I dunno. Maybe she wants to get to know you better."...he stood there and stared."Maybe she wants a better yearbook picture," I suggested.Again with the stare.I grinned."Maybe you got invited 'cause you're friends with the best athlete in the school, who just threw a no-hitter and is gonna get his picture in Sports Illustrated next week." Are you serious?" Yeah, Mr. Peterson told me this morning. I'm. ’ Again, a blush formed on her chest. Not quite as full-fledged as in the past, but a blush nonetheless. The front door opened and a tall, gray-haired man appeared. He smiled and nodded at us as he hung up his windbreaker and walked into the living room. Georgette and I had both risen. ‘Father, this is John Smith. John, this is my father, Thomas.’ ‘How do you do, sir,’ I said, holding out my hand. He took it and shook it firmly. ‘Nice to meet you John, and welcome to our home. Georgette tells. Well, right now I want you to be my pain slut, baby. I want to get off on hurting your flesh?and make you take more pain for me so that I get wetter and wetter,? I moved my panties aside so he could tell exactly how oozy I was already. Then I sat up again and held my sticky fingers in front of his mouth. He’d started to drool a little from the pressure of the clamp holding down his tongue outside of his mouth, the chain hanging over his chin. He looked so fucking beautiful and vulnerable. Which I always thought was strange because her sister was my sister's best blond bimbo friend and had to remind herself to start out in the front seat of the car whenever she went out on a date. Vicky had a reputation for being loose back in elementary school.We were almost three months into the school year and she'd turned most of the senior and junior jocks down and the requests had died off. She was as nice as could be to everybody but just spent most of her time hanging around with us. By.