His cock was dripping precum, I so wanted it in my mouth. I wanted a taste of his precum; I wanted his cum in my mouth.With his head right beside mine... I could hear his breathing, the man was horny, he needed release, and I wanted the man’s cock in my mouth. I turned around so my face was looking into his, my hand touched his chest, the hair felt so good, I tweaked his nipple, my hand roamed his body, finally resting on his huge penis. I looked in his eye “Can I suck your cock Dad?” He did not. Then I struggled like hell to take my bra off. Cmon, just take it off. He tried to help, but I started trembling. The drug did its job last night, but now… I wanted, really wanted, to be that uninhibited girl who could put out a show for her boyfriend, but I wasnt. I was the screwed up girl who couldnt get over the way she had been raised. I just wrapped myself in my own arms and felt my eyes tearing. He stood up almost instantly and held me tight, lifting me up and crossing my legs in his. Of which we had barely touched in middle school and only in generic terms so far.By the end of the tour, I was giddy in my anticipation of joining the ranks of students, who would attend the school next year.This was probably unusual to a large proportion of other students. They would go from being the top dogs at middle school, to back as the bottom of the pile as freshman in High School. But for me the opportunity to learn a more difficult syllabus, overrode any lowering of my status.Just. "I should have asked," he barked. "I did the very thing you said you hate. I mauled you." I know," she said. "But what's done is done. You didn't really hurt me. Well, actually, it hurt like hell, but not for long." I am so very sorry," he moaned. "I know I can never make it up to you, but..."She held up a hand. "It was a mistake, OK? Everybody makes them. We were both at fault. How about we just forget it, OK? I don't want to relive that every day for the rest of the summer. And this thing.