I just want her to be happy," Before Pat could respond Mike tipped her head back and looked into her eyes. "You're not jealous of her and I having dat...d at one time are you? She's my friend, but I love you."Oh no, I'm not jealous darling," Pat replied. Thoughts of Linda and Liz and even of Joyce filled her head. She took a deep breath. "Mike, I have something important I want to tell you."What she was going to say was interrupted by a soft knock on the door frame. They both looked to see the. The rest of the weekend was quiet. We three got back on Monday afternoon, and either Melissa or I were too tied up to do more than talk a bit on the phone the next few days. On Friday we ate dinner at a restaurant, then went to my apartment. "I did find something out of the way for you, connected to Marvin Baker -- or at least it used to be," I said, keeping as straight a face as I could. And I put the finger bone in front of her. "That can't be what I think it is!" "Yes," I. No, I didn’t get raped, not in the strictest sense. I was not penetrated. I was violated. Mom and Dad stood by me. It took some standing, too. Four of the football team were suspended, two, one of them the guy with his pants down, ended up in juvenile prison. I endured the ‘she teased ‘em and then wouldn’t put out’ tales at school. Lost a few ‘friends’ who weren’t really friends anyway. Refused to play in the band except inside the school or at a concert. Underwent ‘counseling’ which was of. You let out a moan as you feel the tip of my cock enter your hot, moist pussy. You continue to slowly lower yourself down onto my cock feeling each inch of my shaft enter your tight pussy. Once you have me all the way inside you, you break our kiss and straighten up your body. I run my hands up and down your pantyhose covered thighs as I watch you as you start to rock back and forth on my cock as you play with your tits. You lean back down toward me. I reach for your left breast and lift.