Let it transform each part of that fire into a storm of smoldering bliss."One hand swiftly moves up to just beneath your breast as the other lays comf...rtably above your beautiful cheeks. In one quick movement I turn you around onto your back, moving the former to stroke the side of your face."Let go."I lean in, your puckered lips instinctively parting to meet mine. As if having waited for just that moment, the moment they connect, your arms shoot out to wrap around me and pull me in tightly to. “Undress please except for your panties”, she asked in that tone which was very special to her. At the same time authoritarian and pleading, it reminded me of a conscientious teacher.“I gave ballet classes here”, she confirmed.She unbuttoned the rest of her dress, folded it and put it on the dresser. She was totally naked except for a very small thong which barely covered her black pubic triangle. When I stood there in my panties, she approached me in semi-darkness. “I’ll be right back”, she. She dragged them over to me and opened them. I grabbed the frightened Marina and set her head and wrists in the openings, then locked the apparatus closed. Her firm buttocks and virgin hole were ripe for my taking. “Now let's see how fragile that pretty neck is.” Without regard for her pleasure I viciously penetrated her lips and her maidenhead. A trickle of blood dripped from her. With this first thrust her shoulders slammed against the wooden stocks with a thud, and she screamed from. It seems another seventeen year old had noticed her too and I was no competition.He was the class idol. Tall at 6’2” and handsome as Adonis he was a three sport letterman and the starting quarterback on our championship football team. I was only a geeky kid compared to him. And yes, he was my brother Jackson.As a complete aside, no parent should name their son Jackson when their last name is Frost. He went from Jack Frost to “the Ice Man.” But in Jack’s case maybe the name fit, he truly.