Even as mad as I was because he didn’t want to stay here and give me what I wanted, I reluctantly agreed to go, threw on my shoes fixed my hair and ...ot in his car. Once we got there we walked around to some of the spots we use to hang out at and out of the corner of my eye I noticed some guys sitting on the tables, they must have seen me looking and one of the guys called out my name. I looked at Brandon, and saw a twinge of jealousy in his eyes…this gave me great pleasure because when he got. " Why not call your friends?" Because they're going into town tomorrow. They wouldn't have a place to stay and I don't want them around you." And why not? I'm a big girl now Jeff. I don't need you watching over me." I know Brittany. I trust you. I don't trust them. One look at you and they'll be all over you." What's wrong with that. I like it when people touch me." Knock it off Britt. I'm serious. The last time I need to know is that one of my friends got you knock up." So why don't you knock. Only men. Three-fourteen. It became a sort of ritual. A perverse sort of ritual. IfI assigned a homework assignment, she wouldn't do it. Instead, she would wearsome revealing garment to school. As if that were payment enough for me togive her a grade for work she didn't do. It didn't work. I gave her a gradealright. I gave the little tart a zero. And then there was the latest paper that was due. I expected some sort ofpaltry effort. Instead I got a coversheet a bunch of empty pages, and thenon. " His fingertips press on my head and his body stills, and for one second his dick is so fucking huge, wedged tightly in my mouth so I can't breathe. Right as it throbs, my fingers generously massage the tender spot between his balls and his ass to increase his pleasure. I'd say it works, too, when he groans, "Holy shit!" in response. Spurt after spurt, his cock empties thick cum into my throat, and I literally don't stop swallowing to keep up. I hardly even taste it, his spunk draining.