I collapsed back onto the bed and began crying. Over what I am stillnot sure. How could I be crying over a man who was so angry at me overmy wanting...to be me. How could I be crying over a man I thought wasgoing to beat me right there in the hallway? How could I be crying overa man who had disowned me? My head was a mess. I heard a knock at thedoor. The door opens a little and Jenny pokes her head in and looks atme. "Can I come in?" she asks in the sweetest most caring voice. Ijust nod. "DJ: "Stay with me here, Brian! Is she at work?"Brian: (laughing) "Yes, she's at work."DJ: "Okay, first question - when was the last time you had sex?"Brian: "She is gonna kill me."DJ: "Brian! Stay with me here!"Brian: "About 8 o'clock this morning."DJ: "Atta boy, Brian."Brian: (laughing sheepishly) "Well..."DJ: "Question #2 - How long did it last?"Brian: "About 10 minutes."DJ: "Wow! You really want that trip, huh? No one would ever have said that if a trip wasn't at stake."Brian: "Yeah, that. He asked me to bolt the front door and enter the cubicle. I did so and was amazed to see his strong body, with his dick slowly getting harder. He told me further that he always had a crush for me ad wanted to feel me more ever since he felt my soft fleshy boobs in his arms during the lesson. This flabbergasted me and I softly told him that how his semihard tool would brush against my abs and hip, making me horny at the same time.This frankness appealed to him and he pulled me closer, started. I had never felt anything so thrilling. Then, she sunk down deep and held still. She looked at me with hot, crazy eyes. She was in heat and so was I. Her eye liner had been running since the deepthroat. “Emily, I want to cum deep inside you… I need you…” “then grab me by the throat, and cum deep inside my tight little pussy.. you know you love my dirty teen pussy, give me everything you got” , she hissed.I took her small neck in my right hand and squeezed. She started pumping me harder into her.