My head bobbed up and down and my tits jiggled around. He watched every move I made and that made me really wet. He stared so intently that I closed m... eyes and tried to ignore the holes he burnt into me! I couldnt HIDE anything. He saw the pleasure, the sweat, the violation. Everything was in full view. If I shook my head or tried to wiggle away he would drag me back and fuck me harder. He was the rapist and I was the victim but it all felt so fucking good. I did not want him to know how wet I. She moved them up and down my cock, giving me a great tit wank. I then lay on top of her and ground my penis against her entrance. I could feel her rock solid nipples on my chest as we kissed. She was moaning, "Please fuck me. Please." I kissed my way down her body, gave her nipples a quick suck before kissing my way down to her pussy. I grabbed her legs and pulled her towards me. She opened her legs and I kissed up and down her thighs, my nose brushing her wet cunt. I then kissed her pussy. She showed me thered smears on the toilet paper."Wendy, welcome to womanhood. You are having your first of manyperiods. You will have to learn to apply your own tampons over thenext few days. Because you will have to change them at least fourtimes a day. And dear, please keep all your used tampons. You willput them in a little mesh bag and I think that will be a very nicesachet for you to keep on your pillow by your rollered head as youhave sweet girly dreams." You can get up now. Isn't that. ” I wasn’t sure what to say next. The conversation seemed to be over, but we stood still, with that same sort of tension that bubbled between us during reviews. I knew then that I didn’t just want to pump up Jisu’s confidence in the classroom. I had a crush on her. And she seemed to have one for me. That was okay. A crush meant nothing. It existed in a vast, blurry area between friendly admiration and serious lust. My crush for Jisu was still somewhere in the earlier half of that zone, and I.