On the third date, in my dorm, we fucked in my bed. She was obviously more nervous than me and seemed very inexperienced. In fact, she told me outrigh... that she was pretty new at this, but she was willing to learn. Wow! I was going to have a trainee at fucking! And she proved good for her word as we were in her sack or mine every chance we got after that.She hated school, all the deadlines and other pressures, and told me she was thinking of dropping out at the end of the school year.. 'But don't you get...you know...horny? I know I do. And it's only been a few months for me.' She pressed.'Yes I suppose I do. But none would satisfy me as your mother did.'The topic of conversation seemed somewhat natural between us. Sex is sex. I know she has had sex, as she knows I have, she being the product of just such an event.It was nearly forty minutes before I served dinner. I lit the candles and proposed a toast.'To better days to come...' I said as we touched glasses.'To better days. Tessa was still inher chastity tube and I felt sorry, a little, but the throb of her andthe way she filled my mouth was so delightful I had to have her anyway.We unwound: "there is breakfast."I went under the table and made them squeak, because I had my coffeeunder there and my mouth was as hot as I could make it. I was pleasedwith myself and shook my ass at them, and brought them coffee and theslightly cool, savory brioches Jenna'd made."Seriously, you two, we have things to talk over but one. .. gettin' paid..." Shit. And it's all going for drugs?" All of it, Kimmie. Drugs and that fuck, Raymond. That's her boyfriend. She ain't got shit for anything else." And that's why you were looking for me? To tell me this?" Kimmie, I was lookin' for ya... 'cause ... I don't know ... I thought maybe you could talk to her ... make her feel better ... maybe tell her you're not mad or something ... you know ... about Europe." Joe, I can't tell her I'm not mad, because I am. I'm fucking furious at.