A lot of class work, high school drama. Fights. And to top it off I didnt get very much sleep last night. I dont know why but I had the strangest drea... last night. A dream I never thought id have at this age. The first wet dream I ever had. A dream about a man coming into my room and rubbing my legs and groping my breasts. It felt so good and I loved it. I woke up from it all wet and tingly. I kind of hope I have that dream again. My name is Mandy, Im fifteen years old. A sophomore in high. Top and bra strap too. As I pulled my top back up with my free hand, he grabbed the wrist and held it down too. He was grunting with each thrust, staring at my face with that same look in his eyes. When I looked away, all I saw was the thin man, still standing over me, stroking his cock and rubbing some lotion onto it. Oddly, I remember wondering where he got lotion from. I closed my eyes and just laid there as he rammed himself inside me. At one point he leaned down and start. I guess you could say he’s attractive. In that hard, rugged and bearish sense of being a man. Five foot ten, jet black hair with a mature touch of gray. His hazel eyes were set in a round, weathered face that exhibited his expressions like lightning strikes. The hard-edged and heavy shadow he kept with the full moustache that hovered above his mouth only added to his manliness. While we spoke, he chose to reveal something to me that had my cock standing at full, throbbing attention on the. She struggled, but there was next to no movement in the restraints and all it did was emphasise the feeling of the belts cutting into her skin so she laid still, too shocked and scared to even cry. It didnt take long before she had company, and a uniformed man entered the room, his fitted black tshirt and and trousers showing off a physique muscly enough to scare her, and she pointlessly tried to squirm away from him on the bed. He smirked and brandished something sharp from his pocket as she.