Dr. Jasper had the feeling that he was forgetting something again. It was a constant nagging irritation, that there was something he had been meaning ...o do, but he could never quite think if it, like a word you are trying to recall that is just on the tip of your tongue, but you just can't grasp. He should have been used to feeling this way, since it had been happening for the past year, but instead of getting used to it, it was festering in his rotten soul like an infected splinter under his. One day, one of the senior bullies had the audacity to pull out his cock, approach the girl and forcibly rub it on her right perky nipple outside the shirt. When she fought back, another bully held her arms back while the first bully lifted her shirt exposing her bear Virgin mellons, and proceeded to rub his teenage cock head right on her perky bear nipples. This continued for days. Then, for the first time, one of the boys rubbing his teen cock-head on her perky nipples shot a glob of semen.. I thought some extra money and time alone with my pinup girl. After the meeting Karla asked me when do I want to start. “This coming Saturday sounds fine with me”. Karla asked me to pick her up so on Saturday, at the appointed time Karla was waiting for me in front of her condo. After getting into the car she said “I am glad you are picking me up. My car is at the shop for some needed work”. Soon we were in front of the building where I was told to park in the VIP section. Both Karla and I were. ‘Mmmmm,’ she gasped, hips bouncing energetically, the slapping noise of her thighs meeting mine competing with the rhythm of the bedsprings. ‘I love your white…’ ‘Say it May, tell me’. ‘I love your white cock!’ May shouted, leaning back, eyes closed, thrusting her hips along my thighs. The erotic release of words thought before suddenly spoken. She repeated the words in a long drawn out sigh, relishing the freedom she now felt. ‘Your white cock feel so good…’ she hissed at me through gritted.