I would constatly have to run inside and have a good jerk. Occasionally grabbing Claire for what she thought was a quickie, but instead was only me us...ng her while dreaming of tight teenage pussy. Unfortunatly jerking off and the occasional flirting was as close as I ever got to making my dream come true. On night Tara and her friends had all gone out to party, her parents were at some business dinner, so it was just me and Claire. I had spent most of the day at the pool drinking beer. After a. Marcus stared for a good minute trying to know where in the hell that had come from. It wasn’t often a girl had turned the tables on him. He joined in the conversation between several of the other players, which was not surprisingly being held together by Jamal Wallace, the Cougars’ star safety. For a good while, he had gotten pulled into the jokes that were flying among the teammates. Through the large bay window overlooking the front yard, he kept stealing glances out at the women sitting on. Pulling off his briefs he made quick work of getting me naked. One hand was kneading my breast, almost painfully, starting with a firm grip and rolling his wrist till he ended up just with the swollen tips of my pink nipples in his long fingers. His other hand was roaming rough like sand paper over my abdomen downwards to the warm, swollen sex which was radiating heat. He took a languid lick at the entrance. “You’re dripping wet. Looks like you want this.” “Stop gloating and get down to it, I. "TELL ME!" he shouted, tightening the grip on her neck.She knew that Wendy had accepted Mark's offer to move in so she could gather evidence. The two had found the disc while Eric and Mark were both in class and Wendy had taken it to the police. She grasped at the belt but Eric's grip was far too tight. Rhonda felt herself losing consciousness.The last thing she remembered before the blackness was Eric's hysterical voice screaming, "You'll pay for this. I promise you'll PAY!"Her eyes fluttered.