My dad was a little taller than me, standing around 5"10, always had a short, clean hair cut keeping his chocolate brown hair in check and had piercin... hazel eyes. He was kinda hairy, he had short chest hair but he kept his facial hair shaved.Me on the other hand had my mom"s straight, bleach blonde hair that I grew out but still had my father"s hazel eyes. Unlike my dad I have very little chest hair and didn"t have a hair on my face.Since our car was in the shop I had to walk home from high. Cindy was suddenly very frightened. Now that the incredible pleasure was gone she began thinking clearly. There was a strange man in her bed. Some random person had crept into her bedroom with the intention of raping her and she had allowed it to happen. Not just allowed, she had willingly participated.How had he gotten into the house? The doors and windows were locked. If someone had broken in, the noise would have woken her and Steve. Where was Steve? If someone did break in and rape her. Slowly, savoring every millimeter, I sank into that tight orifice. Once imbedded fully, I leaned over her, draping myself over her back. It was a lot of weight on her, especially in her present condition but I wanted her to feel fully consumed by me, surrounded, protected, owned. I supported a little of my weight with my hands and knees, but for the most part, she supported me.Sally seemed to respond to this additional mental bondage in much the same way she responded to physical bondage. She. "Miss Benson has tried her best to come up with an educational, yet interesting way to teach the year thirteen sex ed class this year and you don't even give her the chance which amazes me as if I had a women who looked like that wanting to talk to me about sex I'd be all ears."At this point Pamela Benson chirped into life from behind the Principal. "Excuse me sir, but I don't think its appropriate to talk about me in that tone to the students."Principal Talbot turned to her and smiled, "Sure.