And you would have probably found someone else like me and ended up the same way."Becky, you saved me by not giving up. You allowed me to grow. I am s...rry that I did not do it earlier, truly I am. When I think of all those months that I could have been living like this, I kick myself." That is what I've been thinking about all night, sir," Becky said. "I treated you badly. I denied you. I embarrassed you. I put you down. Sir, I feel that I need to make it up to you." You ARE making it up to me. It was boggling my mind that a sixteen-year old girl is so experienced at having sex.Over the next three weeks, different boys came to her room almost every night. And on nights when no boys came, Goth girlfriends came. It looked to me like they thrived on having orgasms and couldn’t seem to get enough. It was especially erotic watching those teen girls, with their tight, young bodies, sucking one another’s breasts and pussies. The other girls all had hairy cunts and arm pits, just like. "How can she be gone? We're going to the Senior Banquet tonight. I bought a promise ring. We graduate on Sunday."It wasn't until he said that, that Ruth noticed the three-piece brown suit he was wearing, the letter in his hand, and the flowers. "The promise ring is why Jennifer left," she said in disgust. Ruth put down the onion and the knife. "Neither of them gives a shit about graduation." She walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a nice Merino Syrah.Jimmy sat down and set the letter. I waited a moment then did the same with the other. I peeled back the blanket that was draped across her in reveal her cute little body not-so-neatly wrapped in garments. I pulled her shirt up to the bottom of her bra to reveal her belly. I slowly rolled the shirt over her bra until it reached the top. My heart was beating at 1000 beats per minute. At any moment, I could be had by Jessica, by Catherine, or by someone walking in. I tugged ever so gently on the top of her bra. Further and.