It’s the first time I’ve ever seen a man ejaculate in real life. “Have that, you dirty slut,” he grins. Another spurt lands on my bare legs. ...I watch his glistening head twitch in his dirty hand, as a few more drops of white fluid dribble out of the hole and fall on the ground. Then, without a word, he turns and picks up his filthy jeans, pulling them quickly on. Still sitting half naked on the ground, my body quivering and shaking as the orgasmic contractions continue within me, I watch as he. Butit felt different to me, and I didn't like it."Come home right after school," Dad was telling me over breakfast. "Weneed to be at the studio by about 3:45."I nodded, finished my breakfast, and headed out the door to meet Emily."How was last night?" she asked while we walked towards Ethan's house. "It was fun," I told her truthfully. "But I really missed you. I wishyou could be a part of this." Me too," she said a little forlornly. "I don't understand why I can't."She looked at me, and I. I was standing there when Florence came up to me and very much out of charter gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek saying that she was glad that I had been able to make it.Well at the moment I didn’t think much about it, but as she moved around the house I found myself watching her and the smell of her perfume stuck with me. The party passed and we went home but that night in bed I found myself thinking about the hug and the kiss and I started to get hard.Years passed and I always find. When I reached back to unclasp my bra you grabbed my arms and pulled them forward. ‘Not so fast,’ you said as you smiled at my impatience. Normally, I would have had a snappy come back for that kind of playful rebuke, but all I could say was something about happily letting you take the lead. You were changing me already. From that moment on, you were the boss. Maybe not the boss, but certainly in charge. That doesn’t really sound right either. I just always felt safe with you. You had me down.