The bed started to move with the rhythm.I felt him stirring behind me. I took my hand away from my very hard member…. but it was too late, I had wok...n him up. He rolled closer. His arm on my shoulder slid down my arm and grasped my wrist. He directed my hand back to my penis and whispered… “don’t stop”.I could feel his hot breath against my ear and then he ran his lips against the sensitive skin of my neck. Whispering “jerk off for me baby, it makes me hard” His grip on my arm remained…. my. Or didn’t want to hear what he was saying. I guess you two didn’t actually talk about it until after my conversation with Dad.”“That’s right. You told him that I had spoken with you and Becky. That made things a bit uncomfortable.”“I figured YOU would tell him. I was wrong, obviously.”“Mike, you’re an adult,” Dad said. “And your mom’s view is that we shouldn’t give you less freedom than you have at school. My view is that you’re not setting a good example for your sister, and not respecting. Thanks.”There was silence, until Meka – we were all waiting for Meka – responded, “You’re more than welcome. We’ve all greatly appreciated your presence here, showing us, particularly the freshman girls, that there are nice, respectful, funny, attractive boys, even though you’re something of a rare gem.”“I agree with Meka completely,” added Brit, “as I have too much experience with your polar opposite. Thanks, Brett. In fact, if I may borrow from the seniors’ prerogative, Gracey, please kiss. Danielle starts to eat the sandwiches. “Are they good?” you ask. “Sure.” After Danielle finishes her breakfast, you pack your stuff. When you’ve got everything, you walk with Danielle towards her car. As you get in, a question pops up in your mind. “Others will find out about us, is that a problem for you?” you ask her. “No, I don’t care about what they think. Is it a problem for you?” “Definitely not,” you answer. You talk for a bit during the drive towards school. As you walk into.