I was a junior and he was a senior, and at the time I thought he was a god. It's funny how innocent one can be.The second time I had sex was with a fr...shman, when I was a senior. He was beautiful and he easily seduced me. We were screwing within a week of meeting in South American Policy Club. He was from Chile and a real Latin lover type, but unfortunately he also brought that macho South American thing with him. We broke up when I began finding it hard to breathe with him always looking over. Claire whimpered.Cathy danced her way back to me, twirling the crop absently between her fingers and I couldn’t help thinking of the scene from reservoir dogs, you know the one: Psycho + Cop + Ear, involuntarily I curled my toes up underneath my feet. Cathy smiled at me and danced round the back of the chair, I closed my eyes and waited for what seemed like ages, it’s always the waiting, the anticipation that’s worse. When I opened my eyes she was stood so close I started. She held a heavy. I need it right now. Her brother was home from school but she was almost sure he had a girl with him. Then she heard the lawnmower in the backyard, pulled on the top of her flimsy baby dolls, tossed back her carefully dyed hair, it was now platinum, licked her lips and hurried down the stairs, barefoot, new boobs bouncing, pussy already warm and wet, in need of more friction.In the kitchen sat her lusty mother, looking happy and sipping coffee. Did you do him? the girl asked, sure her limber. After she got some food into her, she quickly changed from her exerciseclothes into a pair of jeans and a shirt with gashes cut into the sleevesto show her arms while covering her shoulders. Town wasn't far from themso it didn't take long to get there."So what was it you wanted here?" Mom asked her when they walked into thesuperstore.Jenny looked over at mom and felt a moment's hesitation before she saidto hell with it mentally."I need your advice," she answered."With what?" he asked as they.