"Kennedy watched her stepfather leave and then turned to Mr. Glastonbury, waiting expectantly for him to say something."Tell me, Miss Kennedy, is ther... something you'd rather be doing at the moment?" Not standing around talking to a teacher."He grinned. "Please, Miss Kennedy. I will be polite to you, so you should be polite to me. I'm Mr. Glastonbury. Or, if you weary of anything that long, 'sir' will suffice."She contemplated life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. She'd had her fill of. She was, so I told her so. "Then how come Pete doesn't want to fuck me any more"? I told her that I'm sure she'd have no problem finding guys who wanted to fuck her. This seemed to cheer her up a little. "Do you want to fuck me then?" she asked. Bit of an awkward question to answer with the girl you've agreed to go home with sat on your lap, but as it was clear Lyndsey had just asked me back to fuck, I said anyway "I'd fuck both you and Lyndsey".Emma seemed much happier and started to tease. He leaned down and one at a time he took each of my nipples into his mouth and teased them with his tongue. I felt them react to his touch and it made me furious that my body would betray me that way. I wanted desperately to pull away from him but every move I made pulled painfully at my hair. Finally I just closed my eyes and tried to control the terror that was building up inside of me. I was going to be ****d. I had always been very careful and I had been reasonably certain that I would. He sat back back for a few seconds then said really which I bust out laughing at he then said your a cunt and then caught me off guard by saying he was actually getting hard . I kept laughing and said well you will never know unless you call around to mine with them and then both of us started laughing even more . the next day paul texted me saying he was calling around to see me which wasn't unusal as he did it 2 or 3 times a week , so when I heard the horn beep I knew to go out to his car ..