Meg had been awfully tired.“Oh cripes” she thought. “I didn’t do it “ she thought with a sudden realisation !Meg mouthed the word “Oh fuck...�� but didn’t say it .She now had to face Mr Spencer and explain herself.She would do it as soon as she got home, or even stay over at school ,She could do it in under thirty minutes if needed.Oh the shame of it all made Megs face go red . Being sent for by the Principal was something that happened to other girls……… Naughty girls … Girls about to be caned or. I swung my right arm the length of the back seat. I found the candy bar from the store. She smiled as I unwrapped it and handed it to her. “Ummm! How much is this going to cost me?” I just smiled and started to tug on her huge nipples again. “Eat up. You’re going to need it.” I said. She smiled. I then picked her up and placed her on my hard cock. “Fuck! You’re hard again. My husband is wham bam thank you mam and no more than once a night.” “I let you know when I’m done with you. Now just shut. She made it to about 6 inches and she screamed because her pussy was too small. She slowly rode the 6 inches for a few minutes not going any further and her pussy started to relax. She then told me that she couldn’t take anymore of my cock, but I told her that she could. The entire time I had been able to keep from cumming to avoid making my sister pregnant and I still was. I then grabbed her ass and began sliding her along my cock faster than before slowly moving her along it with each thrust.. He thought that he was helping me get through a normal childhood traumatic experience. I never told him the real reason. I worked through things on my own, and eventually, my parents decided I was ‘fit and fine,’ as they always said. I fought my imagination all through high school, and I managed to avoid an major mishaps, no more broken bones or burned down buildings. I was during that time that I was able to build up a defense, a way to live a relatively normal existence. Imagination is just.