One of his friends was nice, his name was Mark. He was one of the few black kids in my school. He enjoyed talking to me, but we didn’t really have a...y type of connection. I was nice to him and he was nice to me and basically everyone. George constantly joined his friend’s rants when it came to the girls in my class. I honestly didn’t care. My mother pulled me out of that school and I was home schooled. I hated it even more. That was when my parents decided to split and I chose to go with my. “You just want her mouth, pussy, and ass near that cock of yours.”He stepped between our chairs and sat on the edge of hers, putting a hand on each of our bare thighs. He winked at me. These two were so playful. I loved being included. “Of course I do, dear. Just like you want her near your pussy.” Mrs. C couldn’t hold it back any longer and laughed as he slipped his fingers up to our pussies. I open my legs eagerly, of course. “Speaking of which …” I thought, speaking of which? “Have. D was always very friendly and touchy feely but she was a little depressed for a long while and after asking what was wrong at least a dozen time she finally told me one day in the parking lot. She said her husband was totally ignoring her after their daughter left for college and they work different shifts she was lonely. I told her if she wanted she could call me anytime if she wanted to talk and if she wanted to go to the diner after work I would go I didn't like to eat alone anyway. . There were a few groups on there that I was in at the time that pertained to BDSM.There were always a few men that would come on and say hi to me. There really was no one I connected with though. It was late one night, and I was about to log off. I received a message from someone in the group named Andy, and I was immediately interested.We wrote back and forth every day and eventually, we started talking on the phone. He was a truck driver. There was something about him. I couldn’t seem to get.