.“It didn’t feel right...”“It’s not good enough!” I thought desperately of football scores, math problems, news headlines, whilst all the ...hile an increasingly frantic chant echoed in the back of my brain: don’t cum. Don’t cum. Oh please God, don’t cum.“So here’s what I’m going to do,” I could hear the smirk on her lips, even facing the other way. “This is going to be your third premature ejaculation of the week. Three strikes. On the third strike... I fuck the guy upstairs.”No.“You know, the. She wrapped her legs around my hips, then began dry humping me like an animal in heat. Our tongues danced together with the passionate rhythm of our heartbeats. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, I was able to break away from the kiss. But she still had her strong legs wrapped around my hips. “Oh Thomas, I need you to fuck me….Please fuck me.” She begged me as if she were an addict looking for a fix. Now I know, this girl is surely a sex addict, and she picked me to be her sexual fix.. “Ha,” I snorted, “Let them fight,” and I took Miss Pattimore’s hand and knelt before her, “Will you have me?”“I just did,” she giggled, “Oh I suppose so, if only to keep Mama happy, my name is Camilla by the way.”“James,” I said, “Pleased to meet you.”We watched our respective father's feeble attempts to harm each other until our respective mothers pulled them apart and then we went to my room to talk. Fortunately we found plenty to talk about before she expressed a desire to inspect my member. I swung myself around on the bed and slid over to the centre of the mattress. I held my arms out to him.He sat down on the edge of the bed, running his hands over my breasts and then bent over and kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue making all the more interesting. I slipped a hand over and began stroking his cock and balls. He responded by moving down to kiss my breasts. The same tongue that had so adeptly worked on my clitoris was now doing the same for my nipples,.