”“Oh so you are staying the night?” I asked with my eyebrow arched.She laughed. “Not with you, boy.”She pushed me into the pool quickly and ...an to my room. I got out of the pool as fast as I could and ran after her. We ended up on the couch, in another compromising position, when she pushed me away…again. We stated talking again. How we had anything to talk about, I’m not sure. Everything turned sexual soon enough. And I learned everything she liked. Everything she didn’t. She didn’t like. Despite myself I could feel my dick start to respond. I knew then this had nothing to do with the test; this was going to lead to sex, and I relaxed some.In a business-like voice, sternly, he continued "You know, Sussman, we don't let many Jews in here. But that doesn't matter with your talent and abilities. I've been watching you... You're going to go far... A little help here and there along the way... Cooperation on your part... There's no telling..." And all the while his eyes watched my. She even pulled her knickers down in the kitchen to show me her cane striped buttocks to prove her point. I must admit the sight of that perfect young heart-shaped asset was enough to convince me despite my forgiving’s.Mom came down thankfully after she had pulled up her undies gracefully and allowed me to pat her bottom with her hand over mine to show me she appreciated my concern. Her added sympathy also included some hands-on commiseration from Monique’s middle-aged father sporting a. “Oh yeah Jon. I’m a whore, a fucking slutty whore,” she cried, encouraging me, “I’m your fucking whore Jon. Fuck your dirty whore. Fuck me.”I forced her legs wider, fucking her deeper and harder. A minute of this as she came again.I slowed down to catch my breath. I was so hot, sweat dripping down my back. Sharon’s face was priceless, she was in post-come ecstasy.“Oh Jon, I love you,” she said. I was shocked, I guess she saw it on my face.“Er…” I mumbled.“It’s okay Jon. I love you. You make me.