Ava was seventeen years old and her mother had passed away. For nearly a year her mother had been suffering from inoperable cancer. Ava watched in hor...or as her mother went from a strong, powerful woman to a comatose state near the end. In all the time she was in the hospital, and for as long as she was able, Ava’s mother wrote to her. She wrote motherly love letters and letters of encouragement.Now Ava was sitting in the corner of the room as people came by to wish their condolences. They had. "That would mean her name would never come out." Listen", Allie spoke up, "I don't need my family, my friends, my employer, anyone finding out about this. I may have been a victim, but I was there for 6 years of what looked like my own free will. It looked like I could have walked away but the threats to my educational career, my family finding out, and public embarrassment stopped me. I just want to forget this whole thing. I gave my therapist permission to explore this and I feel I've done my. My bottoms were darkened at my cock's tip from theprecum soaking through.SHOWING OFFShe couldn't possibly be saying what I thought she might be saying. I satthere looking into her eyes, trying to figure out what to do next. Whatwas it she wanted. She decided that ALL boys are totally clueless and thatobviously I wasn't getting it, so she said, "I want to see you play withyour buddy." and she pointedly looked at his dripping cock."You want me to ... uh, `play' ... him?" I said piecing it. You stop what you’re doing and I lift my skirt just enough, you can see your cock sitting there. I bite my bottom lip, and begin to slide down your shaft. You quickly come to grab my hips, helping me slide down you. I let my head fall back slightly, moaning out, as I embrace you with the warmth of my walls. We moan together, I come to the hilt and begin to roll my hips. Every last wonderful perfect inch of your cock is inside me. My head comes back forth, looking down at you. I keep my skirt.