During break time at school one day, Roger and two of his equally disgusting buddies, cornered me for a roughing up. As they began shoving and pushing...me around, out of the corner of my eye I saw a really well-built guy named Dixon approaching us. Dixon was a sturdy eighteen-year-old farm boy who mainly kept to himself. Unengaging as he was, nevertheless, it was widely acknowledged that one simply didn’t mess with him.“Have you guys got a problem, Roger?” Dixon asked as he arrived alongside. She opened the door straight away and I rushed in excitingly.She said that she always had a drink of tea before bed especially after she’d been out drinking and so we went into the kitchen. We chatted and I watched her with increasing desire while she made the drink. My pants were already wet with pre cum just watching her. She had to lean across the table for something and I stepped up behind her reaching round to caress her tits. I nibbled her neck and worked my hands inside her top and undid. Then in a brief glimpse in a bit of light she can see more: the woman has dark curly hair, a black mask covering the majority of her face, and a black dress similar to her own. The blonde lets herself be taken up a flight of stairs into what she figures out quickly has to be the woman’s apartment; she is led immediately out onto the balcony by the dark haired woman. The balcony is dark, secluded, and out of most everyone’s view but can see other apartments – especially the one lit up right. Both were just about teenagers -- Jason just barely qualifying, Erin almost there. Like all the Waltons, they were tall and rangy, bodies well-conditioned by a life that had no luxuries. The family did for itself, and that included a full complement of chores for every member every day.Saturday morning's chores, in fact, kept Erin and Jason busy until lunch and even longer -- Erin had to help her mother make a big batch of pies for a church fair the next day; Jason was drafted to help repair a.