Her hand slipped beneath her t shirt, she wore no bra, she had large breasts which didn't need the extra support, her cold fingers found her tight bud...and rolled it between them, playing with the erect nub making it harder so it strained for more attention which she willingly gave it, her other hand drifted downwards, under the waistband of her jeans and gently pushed aside her lace panties, her cold fingers left an icy trail which felt delicious in contrast to the heat she was feeling inside,. A few discover leech websites and forums online, alone in their rooms at night with their heads compulsively twisting over their shoulders, dampening keyboards with sweaty palms. Once they learn, unlearning is difficult; still, some try their hardest. Others join the forums and read the websites, and begin to lead a secret double life on the Internet. Only about a half percent of hosts fully understand that the leech is not a parasite; it is a way of life.As a member of that half-percent, I met. She was nearly always alone at the lunch table in high school.The only friend she had who would stick up for her was Candy Namo. Candy was almost as smart and pretty as Helen. Candy had scored just below her on every spelling bee and math contest, had second honours ( Helen always won first place ) at the Science Fair year in year out. Candy made National Honour Society but lost out on any award money (which Helen took ). Helen was always one up on Candy in the PSAT, SAT, Scholarship. I looked down and before I knew it a shot of cum shot across her face, which she took as the signal to take me as deep as she could into her mouth. All I felt were her lips, the back of her throat, and her pulling on my balls as I unloaded shot after shot into the back of her throat as she swallowed me like a champ. She tried to suck every last ounce out of my cock and left me standing there wobbling like a fool.Without a word she cleaned the cum off her face with her fingers and swallowed what.