She further told me that a guy's thing becomes big and hard just as our private places becomes wet. She said it will probably hurt a bit if a guy puts...his thing into me for the first time, but that it should not be too bad and should not hurt after that.Peter and I continued our daily kissing in class and I noticed that I had wet panties every time. I wondered a lot about his thing. How hard and big it must be every time we kiss like that. Two weeks later he came for another visit to my. I watched as her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, making her whole body shake. As she calmed down, she looked at me and smiled.“Wanna fuck?”I smiled and nodded.“Cool, but you have to be rough with me. I like to be treated like the slut I am.”I smiled and stood up. She got to her knees in front of me and grabbed hold of my crotch. I felt her lips wrap around my cock and it was one of the best feelings ever. She was a great cock sucker and knew what she was doing. I grabbed the back of. She would stop and sit, looking all pale and withdrawn, as if she had an alien in her, sucking her power, in order to discard her when born! She still though wore her skimpy school girl skirts and sheer white blouses, now her swollen titties pulling at the buttons. Her young black boyfriend Jamile, still thinking the brat was his, he helped her to stagger about. Her Mother thought it was his too. We knew though that the Huge African Chief, King Masala had filled her up, with his over fertile. “Who are you?” Keith asked.“I’m your secret Santa,” the man said. The voice was even and cultured, and creepily smooth. The flashlight he held swung toward the tent. “Wakey-wakey, Madeline,” he called. “Get your freckled ass out here and talk to papa.” There was a frantic stirring in the tent and Maddie’s head popped out.“Derek?” she said, startled.“Please take time to get dressed, Mrs. Zayne,” Derek answered. “It’s cold out here.”“So you’re Derek Zayne?” Keith asked.“Yes,” the man answered,.