Still afraid of being shot I cautiously peeked around the corner of the cabin. There I saw a woman, about forty something sitting there in a chair sle...ping. I said "HELLO" once more very loudly as I walked on around the porch and approached the steps. Asleep? Hell no. Next to her chair on the floor of the porch there was a gallon jug about 3/4 full of moonshine. On the other side of the chair was a small table with a pack of cigarettes and an empty mason jar. This old gal was passed out drunk. "I look at myself in the mirror, and I can't tell. Maybe when these bandages come off..." Dr. Phillips and the rest of the team estimates you are somewhere between a mature fifteen and a young looking eighteen. Our best guess is sixteen or seventeen." That puts me in high school. What would you say what kind of student I was?"Bianca tented her fingers then placed them against her mouth. "Seeing the skills you have at sucking cock, I'd say you were the class bad girl, maybe the class slut. But. Just all of those things at the same time. It was a feeling that I never experienced before. And quite frankly wouldn’t ever want to lose it again. I loved this feeling. If I bended towards the floor would the thong be peeking out of my pants? Would anybody notice? Such questions rushed through my mind. With all those thoughts it was becoming rock hard. Not something that I would while going back to my classroom. Think of something else, think of something else. A dead person. My grandma.. She began grinding her fake cock against my ass. " You like this don't you. You want me to fuck you." She told me Then with a single thrust she shoved her fake cock in my ass. "Fuck!" I screamed, it hurt alot with not lube. Janice began pumping in and out of my ass. Reaching around me she grabbed my cock tightly squeezing and pulling on it as she fucked my ass. She must have been enjoying all she was doig because she started thrusting harder into me. With all the pain and pleasure she.