After that, I never got beat up or harassed by anyone. The group home school was a breeze after the challenges of the private school I attended. I mad... friends with one particularly rough girl, Jenna. She said to me, ‘I used to think you were snooty and all that. But now that you are helping me, I’m gonna help you. Stay away from Mr. Jeffers. He is one sick dude.’ I whispered back, ‘How?’ Mr. Jeffers always looked pretty good to me. He was attractive, wore jeans on his muscular slim frame. She left with her husband. Next few days, I missed her and got on with my work. Suddenly, one day my senior called me to his house for dinner. So I took a champagne bottle and roses.I entered their door, gave it to the respective people. We had small talk and then dinner. While eating ice-cream. My senior said, “Thanks for taking care of her at the New Year’s Eve Party.” I skipped a heartbeat. I smiled and said, “That’s fine, sir. No need of thanks.”He continued, “Well I know you for quite a. And then he took the nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, much like a baby trying to draw nourishment from its mother’s breast. He massaged that breast, pulling on it, while he took as much into his mouth as he could. He moaned like a baby hungrily sucking with slurping noise. Meena pulled his head toward her other breast. “You wouldn’t want to neglect this one, would you?” Meena murmured. He immediately began sucking at the already engorged nipple. Her hands ran through his hair and pulled. He pushed down on her thighs, literally pinning her to the bed and totally exposing her pink wet gash.His arse began to pump faster and faster and his butt cheeks seemed to tense up as he fucked her. She must have been quite wet as I could hear his cock pumping in and out of her. His balls banged against her as he thrust into her faster and faster. She lifted her legs up higher which blocked my view a bit. But from the sounds that they were both making, I could tell that they were really.