Still, I kinda liked him. Maybe I needed less excitement in my life. He treated me nice and we did things I imagined normal couples do like take wal...s and go on dates and have quiet movie nights. It was boring, but after my first year here I needed some boring. “But does he make you cum?” Courtney blurted out with the bluntness which seemed to run in her family.We were sitting together on the couch, under a large blanket, drinking wine. “No,” I admitted. “Does Mark make you?”“With that. When she asked me if I really wanted her to let him fuck her and I told her yes, she still balked at several of my more subtle suggestions so finally I ordered her to offer herself to him - this is the report I received the next day ...I just walked over bent down and started rubbing his cock he reached up and started rubbing my pussy. He grabbed my arm and pulled me over to his house as soon as we walked in he roughly (and I liked it) bent me over the kitchen table pulled my pants down and. I also knew something else – and it had nothing to do with skirts and undies, he was proud of me.Oh, I did arrive at one irrevocable decision. There would be no more allowing him to masturbate under my clothing. There would absolutely be no more tummy poking and knicker rubbing. Even silly me could figure out that it was trouble begging to happen and besides that, I would spend the rest of my life doing laundry.My son explained to me that yes he looked at all the girls in miniskirts, but what. I understand.”She pointed at the door. I went, glancing at the clock as I picked up my hall pass. From hearing Haddy’s whistle to the take down had probably taken less than five minutes. It had all happened that fast. The period wasn’t even over, so I got to the boys’ locker room early.I paced, marinating in the stink of liniment, sweat, moldy jock straps and socks, waiting for someone to show up, rubbing my shoulder sore from slamming into that boys’ room door.Swinging through the locker room.