I found him quickly, and he looked bored as he greeted one person and then another. Smiling at the on-coming mass, I grabbed his hand and dragged him ...nside. His eyes filled with desire, knowing what I’m after – more or less. Whoops follow us as I dragged him up the stairs, pushing him into the first room on the right. Shutting the door behind me, I turned around to explain, only to find the girl already undoing his clothing. His gaze found mine, questioning if it was alright. In answer to his. In my grooming, I was guided by an ideal that was centered around my Mother. I'd watched her prepare herself to leave the house countless times, and the picture of her voluptuous figure perched on her dressing stool in front of her vanity is a picture I'll always remember.She was the very paragon of feminine pulchritude. Others may idealize movie stars and other celebrities, but I have never seen one that even came close to my Mother. I do admit to being slightly prejudiced.Because I did the. .Sarah tensed and convulsed backwards “MMEEEEOOOW, fuck me again Tom, fuck me, make me cum again” as she bounced her rump back onto him, causing him to delve deeper.It was all he could do to not to be thrown backwards, he bit harder, gripped on tighter, her front leg pit harder with one hand and her stretched flattened breast with the other.He thrust forwards and felt his pre-cum spurt, no going back now and pumped hard and deep for all he was worth. “yes, yes, hard” Sarah begged, one hard. I turned to run, leaving my school books littered behind me. I looked back and was horrified to see Jessie running after me. I knew there was no way I was going to be able to unlock the front door, so I ran to the back yard in hopes of locking myself in the utility building.I didn't make it.She tackled me on the grass. I struggled to get up, but she pinned me easily, twisting my arm behind my back."Please Jess, you are hurting me," I cried. It felt like she was going to tear my arm out of my.