What was wrong with me? At dinner, I told my parents that Jim had invited me over to watch the game and would that be all right with them. I explained...that Jim had said it would be OK if I just slept there when the game was over. My father looked at my mother and Mom sweetly said how nice that was of him and of course I could go over.Couldn’t they see? I felt the shame welling up inside me. Couldn’t they tell their son was being used as an older man’s fuck-toy? Didn’t they care? As these. I was very gentle as he held her hips firmly in place so she could easily accept my small thrusts. Linda began to softly moan in pleasure as she did when we had regular sex. Soon the pain disappeared as the pleasurable sensations took over. I knew a wave of different and new sensations were overwhelming her. She began rocking back and forth and it seemed like her whole body was one with my cock as it entered her almost virgin ass time and time again. Soon all the pain and discomfort were gone. A minute later Jesse's precaution proved itself to be a good one. An old powder blue Jeep Laredo came blasting up the road toward him. The driver drove too much too fast for the road conditions."I'll see that son of a bitch nose down in the snow when I come back by here going home," he muttered to himself. "Stupid fool." He concentrated on his driving.The trip to town took almost an hour after he started out from the ranch. He was chilled by the time he pulled up in front of the Buckhorn Bar. We were 14 students for the whole year and we were only 3 girls .We all got along very well , among them there was Mr. J , he was not so bad looking , he had a masculine beard and was tall approx 6’3 . As far as I know everyone stares at my boobs so it was not a big deal . I caught Mr. J staring many times but he was not hesitant he still used to keep staring . It was our finals and our portion was almost over , we started coming to class early in morning for self studies . Usually me , Mr. J ,.