I'm not too sure how well I believe that part though. I fell like it should be the other way around. I know I would only last, like, two seconds. My d...ck is only five inchs, when its as hard as gets. I've had a couple of chances to lose my virginity, but out of embaresment I chicken out. I make up some lame excuse. Anyways, apparently her and the principal got into a tiny fight and she might loose her job. He said that she may be able to save her job, but she has to help with one of his. It didn't take long for me to cum for her and by the time I had packed myself away my mate was coming back along the street. He got in and off we drove.The following week at the same stop I searched for the girl but she was nowhere to be seen, then all of a sudden boom there she was, chatting away looking at my little window. What else could I do but I had to relieve myself again to her.When my mate got back to the van I said I needed to nip to the shop to get something. I climbed out the van. We figured three towels each for our big celebration. Rhonda chose half a dozen different shampoos and shower gels. Then we went to Sears and using the account number Ron gave us, I spent nearly $2,000 to get three washing machines and dryers. When we picked up Sandy, we were still giggling."Did you get all registered?" Rhonda asked Sandy."Yes! I'm so excited. All my credits transferred and I'm actually going to go back to school," Sandy said. "I'm so glad I met you guys." So, Sandy. Do you. But the voice came back, and I recognized it this time. It was my father, and he was definitely not in the room with me. He had been dead for ten years already. But it was his voice for a certainty."Melanie..." he said, as clearly as if he were standing right in front of me.You would probably think this would shock me, but actually it was a common occurrence. I quite often heard him talk to me since he had died. That didn't mean I thought he was a ghost, communicating from the grave. It was.