The hose she wore were shredded andhung in dripping strips. Her dress was torn and hung loosely from oneshoulder. She walked through the grass, limp...ng and pathetically mewingin pain as she did. Nothing seemed to be broken on her, but she wasfavoring her right arm. It hung limply at her side as she hobbled closer.In the distance and through the haze of pain, Ben could hear the modifiedengine of his father's Toyota approaching. Ben tried to reach out to her as she got closer. "Help me up. I should not have said that. I am such an idiot.”“No you are not an idiot. You’re just pissed off and tired that’s all. Now, I insist you eat lunch.”“Alright I’ll eat lunch.”So they leave his room and Sharon makes them a nice lunch. Later that night, Sharon is in bed, but she can’t sleep because Adam’s words ‘Sharon I wish we could date and be boyfriend and girlfriend.’Keep running through her mind over and over and over again and they refuse to go away. So she gets out of her bed and tip-toes. He chewed on my ear and told me again what a filthy slut I was and how he was going to tell his friends about me. I was pinned against the desk. I then stood up, pushed him away from me and laid back on my desk. He stood between my legs and pushed his cock into me. I held his shaft, withdrew him and guided it into my arse. I needed cock up my bum and he loved it. He was grinning like an idiot as he fucked me and began chewing on my tits. God, I felt so slutty as this old black man in his. “It’s almost ready. Can you put out plates and silverware?” Maria asked.I went into the kitchen and found the stack of things Maria was referring to. I put everything in place on the small table near the kitchen door. Soon Maria came out and put a casserole dish on the table, then went back to the kitchen to retrieve a pitcher of water. I pulled out her chair and helped her get positioned at the table before sitting down myself. Along with the chicken, rice, asparagus, and cheese casserole she.