What a lot of bollocks! You could marry, ride a small motorcycle ( of engine size less than 50cc) and smoke at 16; you could ride a motor cycle of an... size and drive a car at 17; you could vote and enter licenced premises and actually buy a beer AND drink it there at 18. At 18 you also get into the forces and kill people! All I wanted to do when I was at this time in my life was fuck girls!I was at a single sex school. It was called a Grammar school which meant you had to pass an exam to get. You begin to ride me, and while you do you look me deep in the eyes and tell me you love me. I repeat the same as you slide up and down my cock. I can feel you flexing the muscles in your pussy and it's driving me crazy. You and I both feel my cock start to swell and get even harder, even though it seems impossible, as it's already rock hard. You look me in the eyes and say, "I want you to cum for me." Those words send me over the edge, and my cocks gets so hard that it hurts. I start to. Most of the time they were right. She was the sweetest child in the world, a little angel.Until she started walking.And started following Thomas everywhere he went.ANYTHING Thomas did, Jenny had to do.If Thomas rolled in a mud puddle, then Jenny would be right behind him. And Jenny seemed to always want to do a little more! If Thomas was NEARLY covered in mud, then Jenny had to be COMPLETELY covered in mud!What I don’t quite understand is – exactly how is this ALL my fault?I now had both a. The instructor moved on and John overcome with the feelings and intoxicated by that scent, filled his trunks in what must have been a spectacular way. The class, that particular position completed, stepped away a pace, turning to face one another, she with a self-satisfied smile appearing on her face as her eyes dropped to his wet fronted trunks. John now conscious of her gaze, blushing the colour of a fire engine and avoiding her smile! Like sumo wrestlers they bowed to one another, a class.