" "I never said that you were saint. An angel... maybe. But, never a saint. What I am saying is, you're a great guy, Mickey. And, I count myself lucky...to have you as a friend." "Well..." Mickey, who was clearly uncomfortable with all the flattering sentiments that Karen had just lavished upon him, awkwardly replied, "I could say pretty much the same thing about you. That's to say that I've never ever met a girl quite like you before. You're easy to talk to. You're fun to be with. And, I have to. Fuck me hard.'She continued to urge me to fuck her hard even though there were people not far away.When her language became even stronger i told her i liked a woman who talked dirty so she said 'Fuck my cunt.Fuck me deep in my cunt.Dont stop until you come.I want to feel your young spunk splashing against the back walls of my mature cunt'.I put one leg up on her desk which caused my cock to go even deeper into her pussy.'Oh fuck.Fucking hell.God i want you to come'I told her to encourage me,not. I would toss them too. If you can’t keep yourself from trying to get me to feel you up then I’m not going to throw you.”To show I had no hard feeling, I grabbed the still sputtering girl up out of the water, gave her a hug, spun her around and tossed her a lot harder than I should have. She was grinning ear to ear when her head popped back out of the water about fifteen feet away. From then on she stayed over close to me. Anytime there wasn’t a girl with ball, for me to take away from her, I. I wasn't about to quit after that first incident! I continued to do this almost daily, but rarely more than once per day. One reason was time-it took about an hour each time to build up to orgasm, and doing this multiple times a day would cut into my scholastic activities. But I began to do it with deliberation, planning when and where, and dressing accordingly. Early on I got wise and began to use a panty-liner each time because of my extreme-and delicious-wetness.After some time of enjoying.