Mom dropped me off early, so I had time to admire David Ginsberg's and Dan Steele's cars. They were both new here and drove really cool cars. Dan was ...n exchange student from England and some sort of count or something. He drove a classic Aston Martin that he'd inherited from his dad. David drove a new Ferrari convertible. His dad was a hedge fund manager and had retired here.As I was looking at his car, David walked up to me. "Hey, you're a freshman right?" Yeah." So do you know Anastasia. “There’s just one thing I want to do,” I said, and ran my hand from his neck to the front of his trousers. He followed my hand with his eyes and when it rested on his crotch he closed his eyes and groaned quietly. As I unbuttoned his shorts and unzipped his flies I waited for protest but none came, instead I found his hands on my thighs, working their way inside my dress. His thumb curled under the hem of my knickers, traced the contours of my bottom and drew me closer to him. A few inches more. I was already exacerbated, and I haven’t even had my morning coffee yet. ‘I don’t know what we are, but I’m tired of her being such a control freak,’ I blurted out while scrubbing the patio table. He leaned over to me, gave me that Cheshire cat smile, and got right into my face to get eye-to-eye with me to say, ‘You don’t like control freaks? Are you telling me you wouldn’t like me to take total control over you? To push you onto that chair, spread your legs, tie them down, and lick that. She grabbed her nipples between her thumbs and fingers, stared at the ceiling, and began to fuck me hard up and down throwing all her weight on me. A million nerves were going off in my body. My mother rode me and her breasts flopped with each fucking motion. She slid her right hand between her legs and rubbed her clitoris in a circular motion without breaking stride. "Oh god Nick...oh god...oh Nick...AaghhhnnGG," her voice raised two octaves and she sounded like she was choking. Her body.