I mean, both physically and emotionally. Anyway, that first night we had sex, was about three months ago. In that time, I had many threesomes with the..., and done it with them separately too. There were two things that had frequently came up with Jeanette. She told me that she wanted to come clean to her dad, and she wanted to tell Tim that she wanted a baby with him.Their 19th birthday was coming up in a few weeks. Considering how close we had become in those three months, I wanted to make sure. She hadn't hated it, but it sure didn't arouse her. After that she had avoided him out of work. He took the tablet from her hands and wrote again. "Are you ok with being my sub for the week? Please answer me; honestly, otherwise we will call it off." She looked at him and admitted to herself she found him attractive and that the idea of having him fucking her hard was such a turn on. Anyway, she could always use her safe word. "Will you respect my will if I use my safe word or gesture?" she. It was about 7pm and she was doing homework. I should have been too, but at that age, all I could think of was sex.She opened her window: “Tim!” she protested angrily, while trying to shoo me away but I just started breaking into the garage instead. She told me to wait – she would be down to let me in… But I had to be quiet. So I waited.Sure enough she came down and let me in – reluctantly. Despite her protestations, I barged in and we immediately started kissing and groping. It felt like there. ‘Such language!’ said Chrissie. ‘Really, Erica, you should be ashamed of yourself.’ I had plenty more to say, and I would have said it, too, but Tonya walked into the kitchen right then. She was wearing a baggy t-shirt over stretch jogging pants, and I had a feeling I knew why. Chrissie said, ‘Tonya…pull up your t-shirt.’ Tonya blushed and said, ‘No. I’m fat. It must be all those sandwiches I ate.’ ‘Don’t argue with me, Tonya,’ said Chrissie. ‘Just pull up your shirt.’ Tonya waffled, but.