She had always wondered about that. Somebody had told her that it was a woman's competitive instinct: they resented any woman using her body to get an...advantage in the race for men. She wasn't sure about that. Why get resentful if a girl worked hard and kept herself in shape? Why get upset that some girl had more curves? Those came from heredity, or, hard work, or, well, a surgeon's knife, which cost money.Anna had tried to tell her. They'd been having lunch shortly after their first time. Manwhile he took his other hand and put it under my dress and to my surprise he started to slide his fingers into my pussy. It was the best finger fuck, I was used to having to get it from myself. He looked up and we started kissing again. I undo his pants and gently pull out his now pulsing cock. It is about 7 inches but nice and thick. He moves back to sitting next to me and I took his cock in my mouth and slowly I brought my mouth down so I had his whole cock in my mouth. It tasted better. And that’s what he was. His first few moves were gentle, long slow almost withdrawals, steady endless thrusts all the way in. A couple of times he pulled out, which drove me crazy with lust. Just a few minutes before I couldn’t take him at all, and now I couldn’t be without him. When he came in again it was hard. My whole body spasmed; I coughed and grunted. Then he began to move like a piston, hard, insistent. I was being banged. It was hurting my body, I was having trouble breathing, I could. Bry shakes his hand. We talk about life, work, and school. I finally decide to ask him if he ever thinks about what happened my senior year. He laughs and says all the time. He tells us he has a lake cabin near the local lake and it is isolated. Bry and I tell him we would love it. Mr. B... picks up his cell phone and makes a call. He tells me he is ready. I ride with him while Bry follows us. After we get into the car I slip my shorts down so that my cock is out. Mr. B.... reaches.