I was pretty for a girl my age and most guys around the school though I was a senior too, but I was nothing compared to her. Another thing was that wh...n we first met, she hated me. I was really good at soccer for my age and when the team left us alone, she would beat me up and stuff me in the oversized lockers. The truth was that I loved it when she was rough with me. I loved it when she slapped me around and called me a bitch, it turned me on. Around the middle of my ninth grade year, she. "God, that feels good, honey! Don't stop, please!" she cried.I licked up and down, side to side, in and out, until her legs clamped tightlyaround my head and I just put my whole mouth over her pussy and let my tonguebounce wildly on her clit."YES baby, YES! Oh! Oh! I'm gonna cum!!! Please don't stop!!!"I had no intention of stopping as I grounded my tongue as fast as I could overher clit, flicking at it with all the speed and passion I had. I loved my momso much, and I was showing her right. She figured she'd eat dinner and make up an excuse to leave. She didn't realize she would, but she actually felt embarrassed at the restaurant since it was obvious to anyone who looked that they weren't business associates or friends.In any case, as dinner was coming to a close, she started to work on her exit plan. However, he apparently anticipated this and started coming onto her a lot stronger towards the close and especially as they were leaving. He invited her for a drink at his hotel,. He was interested in everything. He wanted to know my power source or sources, how much power was required to run the place, where I got my water, how much stores I had on hand, etc.While it was possible to build a log home in England, it was very rare. Mine was constructed from round logs, flattened just enough to sit on top of each other. He spent a lot of time running his hands over the logs, and looking at construction techniques, where they were visible. I offered him a copy of the plans..