I could hardly wait. * I was late to my first class, naturally, but only by a few minutes. Luckily the teacher hadn't taken roll yet, so he let it...slide. Besides, most of the rest of the class was still talking as well. Being seniors in high school, rules were a bit more relaxed with us so I just sat in the first open seat in the back. That was my first mistake. Instead of taking a seat gently like a normal person I almost gracelessly fell into the seat. When my ass hit the plastic it. Her voluptuous breasts bounced as gravity pulled her back to the earth. She had brown nipples and very white titties – a nice contrast I thought. An expression of nervousness and worry filled my face and neither of us could even speak a word. What occurred after this might’ve been the greatest moment of my life. Rather than flipping out, asking me what I’m doing, demanding an explanation, aunty Ellen smiled, locked eyes with mine, approached the bed, and tugged my boxers and shorts off until I. I only know I –nnnnnnnnnggghhhha! I know I need you.” Slamming up and home again. Mandy shook her head after her spasm and leaned up to me, draped her arms over me and cried softly into my ear. “Nn-nn-nno ss-sst—sst—sttoooo-pp-ppp-ppa-NNNNNNGGGG!” She spasmmed hard and I knew it was time. I kept one leg hoisted but reached across her back to her shoulder with the other and bent my knees low. I burst upward hard, slamming home, and splitting her legs so hard that for a millisecond I got. Aside from her exotic, Asian looks, she was mature beyond her years. And, the entrancing hours that I listened to her classical piano music soothed what in retrospect was my very troubled soul. Plus, we were phenomenal together in bed, which was of primary importance to me. I wasn’t yet aware of it, but my repressed memories of military combat – and a personality that today might be called ‘bipolar’ – made me less than an emotionally stable boyfriend. Aside from these shortcomings, though I.