This takes me to this past September.I was out on a Friday night with a few of my coworkers at a local pub, enjoying a few drinks when I heard somebod... call out my name. I looked over and saw a fellow named Mario standing near my table. He was an old coworker from a job that I had worked at when I was in high school and I was surprised that he still remembered me. He offered to buy me a drink and we ended up spending the next couple of hours chatting and catching up with each other. After. "Knew what?" I asked.The tension shot up a bit again, but Mike handled it coolly by saying, "That I wasn't a virgin. He's a bit of preacher, you know?" My dad is no holy man, but he's not all bad either," I said."My dad couldn't care less if I was a virgin or not," Carl said."That's because your parents are weird," Virginia said with authority."They can afford to be weird," Jenny said. "I wish my parents had money like yours." So what's stopping you from making it happen?" Carl asked after a. ”“And how did your Steven fare?” enquired the Queen.The father couldn’t contain his pride at his son’s achievement and it showed when he replied, “He dropped right into the gap between your children Ma’am, he scored an excellent seven point eight.”“So all three of the children can volunteer,” said the Queen, her relief obvious to the Prime Minister. He’d been working under the same strain as his Monarch and had shown his own relief by cheering out loud when he’d initially received the results,. Grabbing your hips again he pulls you up on your knees, spreading your legs with his knees as he does. You moan in approval, thinking you know what’s coming next, but you’re wrong. One of his hands starts caressing the wet lips of your pussy before he slides two fingers inside. His other hand slides up your back until he can grab a handful of your hair. “Mmm, that pussy’s all wet and ready for me,” he groans shoving his fingers in and out. “You ready slut? Are you ready for my hard.