Mother knelt there smiling at me softly as I was finally sexually sated for the day.Back then there was no email and the way we communicated from afar...was through hand written letters. Leaving Japan I had left several friends - and had exchanged letters with all of these for a long while until only one friend lasted the extended separation. We spoke about what teenagers talk about - usually girls.Months before my friend, Saito, had noticeably stopped discussing girls - wanting to hear about all. Bonnie had recovered enough so that she was behind Molly holding my dick erect and aimed at her pussy.Molly started hunching back and forth just as Bonnie did before her, and she soon had my dick head in her pussy. She screamed out as I started shooting into her pussy, she looked at me and grinned as she felt spurt after spurt shoot up her pussy canal. She was gasping for breath and her eyes were rolled back as she started to cum.When she had finished, she fell against my chest, with her arms. The school didn’t have a baseball team and my parents paid for Terri to get gymnastics lessons in town.Coach Budd had drawn the short straw for running the school cross-country team. An older man, nearing the end of his career, he nevertheless put in a good shift and had earned my respect.With the race on Sunday, Tuesday evening was for practice and selection. Cross-country teams consisted of six runners, with only the top four counting towards the team score. Coach Budd usually took seven. " The old man got shakily to his feet and walked into the open plan kitchen. She watched as he took a deep breath and started to make another coffee for them both."You know what it is, don't you? And why it has an effect on me?" she asked."Yes." He finished making their drinks and walked back to his chair, handed the coffee to her and sat down."First let me tell you a story, but before I do I need to know you have an open mind. What do you think of humans?" They are vermin, I am a bounty hunter.