"I wish you'd loan it tome sometime."As we walked towards the lot, I remembered that I'd left my book bag in mycar. If the car was gone, were my book... gone, too? I didn't think it wouldbe much of a loss, except that I'd have to pay for them."Right where I left it," Felicia said. Sure enough, her Chevy was parked inthe spot where I'd left my car. We put our wet suits and towels in thetrunk. My book bag -- same design, but pink now -- was there in her trunk,too. Felicia slammed the trunk. So wurde sie zu meinem Pfand. Ihr Vater dachte, sie müsse bei mir Arbeiten, bis ihre Leistungen die Schuld begleichen würde.Fünf Jahre ist eine lange Zeit. Ich hätte mich in der Zeit verändert. Ich hatte feststellen müssen, dass man mit grauen Haaren von Geschäftspartnern ernster genommen wird. Die Jeans musste auch einem Anzug weichen, was ich immer noch sehr bedauerte. Ich bemerke, dass sie mich nicht mehr erkennt. Ich spüre ihren widerwillen, ihre Familie zu verlassen und in das Haus eines. She straddle dad and started the session back up. I could hear my dad saying something to mom but could not make out the words. I watched until dad shot his load. My got off and a big glob of cum ran out of her pussy plopped onto dads balls. Mom laid down and I made a hasty retreat to my room. I stripped off and knew I would not last long but I also knew this would be a two fisted night. I laid down and normally I would cover up until the covers were right below my balls just in case of. This happened every night without exception. I slept less and less, and I started feeling the effects in class. I started dozing off during class.Half a year after school started, the dean called me to his office."My offer for free therapy is still open. I have received reports that you are on a long downhill road. Please accept my help or you won't be able to even finish the first year."I just broke down and started crying. I thought I could handle the situation on my own, but I was obviously.