The door let out a loud sqeak as she entered and and a pockmarked man in his fifties looked up a wry smile coming across his face when he saw her."The...names Lexi Brown I start classes here soon and need to get all set up, sorry for being here so late" Excellent the man grunted let me see your paperwork and don't you worry about the lateness it is always good to see a new face around here names Roger"Lexi handed over her acceptance paperwork and after a prefuctory look he handed them back and. She continues to come visit me, stay with me, talk to me like young lovers should and there is never any question of her feelings towards me. She isn't torn between two people. It's just me that she cares for and wishes to give her attention to. It's a nice feeling to have and it is an amazing thing to see, inspiring even, but I often worry that I am hurting her in the same way that he hurt me.I try to eradicate him from my thoughts, I really do, but it is not easy and I feel like a terrible,. She nearly fell over, whichactually served to make me feel a bit more comfortable. It was definitelystill Melinda, goofy as ever."Sh-shall we go?" I stammered as I caught her again, feeling a bit awkwardwith her all dressed up like this. The only time I'd ever dressed up in mylife was a couple funerals and my brother's wedding. Neither wereparticularly enjoyable experiences. I had secretly hoped she would let meget off with just the skirt and girly top."Uh-uh," Melinda chided, wiggling a. The satisfied smile on her pretty face said it all.After that our little trips to the woods became a regular after-school activity, and over the next few weeks I pimped I don't know how many loads of cum into her willing, tight little pussy. At weekends she would sneak over to my house under the guise of going to see friends, and we would spend the day either making slow, passionate love in bed, or fucking like rabbits in every other room of my little two-bedroom suburban. Not once did either.