“You must be new here.” She was already done with her apologies and had her books safely tucked between her arm and her body. Her body! And oh she...had the brightest smile I had seen.“Yes Yes… I’m new; freshman” I said, laughing at my own joke.“I just knew I hadn’t seen you before here. It would be difficult not to notice you if you had been in the school.” She gave a slight smile, controlled and relaxed.“Why? Sorry… I’m just curious. Never mind answering. I just…” I tried to speak, nervously,. In any oh way he wanted me. Underfoot. Hanging aloft. Tied in knots. Or in any manner whatsoever.Without stretching the truth, I almost knelt at his feet during John's introduction. And the knowing smile that he gave me let me know that he knew how I felt. I was his and he knew it.Reaching out his hand to me, I took it. All thoughts of John, of the others attending the party, of mom, of school and everything else, disappeared as his hand enveloped mine and led me to the dance floor.When his arm. ’ He paused, making sure everyone was set and then he flinched his hands signaling to the center to hike the ball. Just like in practice the ball zipped back into his hands and he stepped off a perfect punt that sailed both far and high. Jim watched the play develop and trotted over toward the right sideline, as the play seemed headed that way. In seconds that seemed a lifetime, Jim began to observe some weakness in what seemed an impenetrable defense on the punt as the initial defenders were. I'm sorry Mommy. It won't happen again. I'll be... your little slut, my cunt is just for you. Owwww"Her voice trailed off as her mother brought the brush down on her thighs and lower butt. This was always the hottest part. It felt like she made her think she was going to spank her tender bare cunt, and then she did, two swift taps on a pussy that was already on fire. Tatum kicked her legs, wanting desperately wanting to grind her wet cunt on her mother’s leg. Tatum thrust her hips dragging her.