She was a real fucking bitch and when I was finished with it, she would know it, and she would know I knew it. That’s all that counted that time. Th...n a wonderful spasm shot right through my cock like an electric shock and I felt the walls of her vagina squeezing and squeezing. It was sweet! Wow! I felt my spine was going to go out through the top of my skull and I kept going around and around, around, around … then I whirl pooled down into her and lost myself. I fought against it but I was. We were doing what was called an inshore fishing package where we’d only go out as far as a couple miles from the actual bay.I’d been in a boat on Lake Michigan countless times before in my former life. This was way different; I was nauseous for a while before my stomach settled down.The Capt ran out for a while, then set us up fishing for bait. We were using something called a Greeny Rig which had six little lures on the line. It was a blast.I just flat out enjoyed catching fish; size didn’t. Enough of all this random info though. It is best to just tell aboutmyself than to gradually show it, at least some of it.... I have been aregular student in his first year of a regular high school for the lastseveral months. Well, I'm not regular anymore, since I just turned intoa girl; and also that I'm a foster child. Can't forget that too.... ButI often do somehow.... I'm the type of kid that is picked on by bulliesall the time with no one to go to for any real comfort or support.. Her relaxed smile, positive attitude and general kindness, despite my awe and deserved sense of unworthiness, emboldened me to approach her. First with false need for help with class problems which she easily saw thru. Yet, she was open to me and presented her own class needs to me. Real, or not? I didn’t care. There was no way she could be attracted to lil-ol-me, was there? Breathless at the prospect, I couldn’t dare entertain the idea. Is there any way this paragon of perfection could stay in.