Darren was good company and talked in a light, entertaining way as long as the subject was exercise, sport or himself.The subject of me arose seldom b...t this suited me well; I wanted to forget about my currently disastrous relationships for a while, not share them with a boy I hardly knew, however pleasant the evening undeniably had become.By the time he had eagerly told me his life plans - to reach Assistant Manager at the Sports Club then open his own dedicated body building gym – both his. But of course they were, she thought, good Catholic sixteen-year-old girls don’t do that sort of thing. Lolita had just arrived at the ‘All Girls Catholic Boarding School’ for another year of learning. Lolita noticed that some of the other girls were starting to get more curves and be a little bit more sexual in their mannerisms. They must now be turning into young women, too. They looked more beautiful than before. Lolita also noticed that Father John, the Head Master, seemed to be paying. “No. Did. Not. Happen. I’m a pretty private guy about such things, though I’m not representative of the majority of Confederation culture. The girls did drop their togs, that’s Confederacy policy, and we all marched through the transport.”“And then what happened?”“Huh?”“What happened to the girls, one of whom was under-aged?”“Well, first, Don Claudie’s daughter, Kellie was fourteen and was an adult under U.S. and Confederacy law.”“You know that earthly legality was not the Brotherhood’s. Getting muskier and saltier.He started thrusting slower but more forceful. He gripped my throat again and I could feel the increase in his excitement. He stroked my throat like he was jerking off his huge dick and my throat was his masturbation tool. "Here.." thrust, "it.." thrust, "comes!" thrust.He froze and shook, a feeling I'm quite familiar with. His monster swelled in pulses and I tried to match them like he instructed. Doing my best to move my tongue and swallowing with each thrust..