Can you remember what you said to me? Can you?Any other birthday you would have apologised, you would have been repentant, you would have been sorry a...d loving. Then again every other birthday you were home on time. It was our tradition.But what did you say to me?"Why are you home already?" as though you had no idea, and the look on your face should have told me everything. It didn't, I trusted you.I was hurt when you told me you had already eaten, that you had dinner with some colleagues. You. I've only had a crush on her for, well, I'm not sure howlong, I guess since we met in elementary? Something like that. I'm farfrom the only guy to have had a crush on her now or earlier, but eversince her whole thing started with she hasn't taken a real boyfriend.You could argue she was making these boys act the, but it reallywasn't. She didn't want them for them, she wanted only to exercise herunbelievable power and turn them into the girls she wished everyonewas.I got to school on the morning. "Oh yes... Suck me. Suck me hard! "She sounded breathless and there was an urgency as her fingers pumped into me, but I forced myself to slow down. Her thighs were like damp silk at the side of my face, and I could smell the musky aroma of her slit as she hunched down, and gripped harder to hold her still. I could feel her tits pressing into my belly and my nipples were rubbing against her smooth, sweat-sleek stomach and I had to force myself not to smother my face in that incredible flesh just. He had enough control to do that. She squealed in happiness, urging him on.He lost track of time, but deep inside of him, he felt it happening again. He was floating on a haze of the dark room and the scent of her, and he heard her voice start to raise in volume and pitch. Like most young men, his previous experiences had been furtive with intentional muffling, but he got the feeling she was going to scream as loud as she could---after all, who could hear her out here? And finally she did come,.