Every time I noticed her failing to try, I took a small notebook from my shirt pocket and jotted it down. Jen dropped her head each time and muttered...something that sounded like: Oh shit. Before sending her home I ordered her to my home office. Jen was visibly shaking as she stood before me. Her tartan school skirt quivered and her thin arms had visible goosebumps. Her little face was flushed and her eyes were on the carpet. She looked adorable!I sat in the middle of a long leather couch. You don't have time to undo my pants, you are already feeling my cock touching your leg. One of your hands is gently holding my balls, your other hand is between your legs, playing with your pussy, moving your fingers quickly over your clit. You crouch down in front of me and I can see your red hair, your blue dress, your black shoes and I want your tongue to start playing with the tip of my dick. Your hand grabs my cock, your fingers around it. I can see your blue bracelet and its little. Haley ran next door to check in with her mom and step-dad. Me, I just started shedding clothes. I want a naked romp in MY bedroom.She snickered when she walked back into the house.“Well?!?” I said.“It’s NOT just about sex,” she said. She turned to Dad. “And why are YOUR clothes still on?”He laughed. “Because it’s NOT just about sex.”Haley was shedding her jeans. “Tell me that after we’re all sticky and satisfied.”Forty-five minutes later I sighed. “It’s NOT just about sex.”“You’ve got come on. Damien was trained from an early age in a militaristic environment by his father, and not only him as his base of operations was close to their home, most of the time entire units that were stationed there from time to time during different OPs, spend their time around Damien’s home, Army Rangers, Navy SEALs, Marine RECON, he spend time with all of them, learning in bit by bit from each one, as if that wasn’t enough, his mother, Evelynn, was the headmaster of the most prestigious school in the.