"I'm, I'm sorry mum, but you do,"sobbed Sandra. "I might look like one, but unlike you Sandra, I'm not one. Look at you. You're thirty one years old ...nd you wear skirts that go all the way up to your arse, your tits are on show to anyone who cares to look. You fuck any man who buys you a drink. You're a fucking whore Sandra, that's all you are, a fucking whore! You had a good man in Gary and if you'd thought with your brain instead of that cavernous black hole of a pussy between your legs. Can you comeover to my house after school??Paul looking relieved nodded. ?I?ll find a way. What do you have inmind???I can?t tell you right now you?ll just have to trust me. Okay?? Justinasked.When Paul indicated he would, Justin turned and hurried into the school.As she walked to her locker she thought it was time to take the reins offate into her hands instead of just passively just taking event?s asthey. “Aahh… hold them tight. They have been aching for your touch.” She begged. Her breasts filled my hands as I squeezed them rhythmically. “Harder…” She whispered. I rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and then pinched them hard till she cried out, “Oui Ammaaa!” I bent and held her full lower lip between my teeth, then nipped it hard. A scream rose from her throat but was muffled by my mouth covering hers. I tasted her blood and went crazy with lust. I pushed her down and made her. ’ He said. He lived downtown in a large Victorian house that had been pieced into apartments. We kissed as he unlocked the door. On our way to his bedroom, I noticed that his place was worse than mine,scattered with open boxes half filled with books the other half spilling onto the floor, orphaned take out cartons and beer bottles littered the living room, but he had sheets on the bed, and that was all that mattered at that moment. I stood at the foot of his bed, and let him remove my shirt,.