In the considerable list of what Annette had going for her, her IQ wouldn't appear; she'd probably have trouble spelling it. Whatever she'd intended t... say, I'd derailed it and she didn't know how to reply. Just calling me "Dork" and flouncing off wasn't going to work because she'd invested everything she had into this encounter, and she had to defeat me face to face rather than repeating yesterday's retreat. I was surprised she cared about my opinion, but as she'd praised my soccer skills last. I thought I was going to be a nun, when I grew up."She kissed me lightly. "And yet, always, there was someone there, just on the edge of my awareness. Someone whose presence made me feel good, someone who could, just by being there, make me feel warm and loved. I never could reconcile the cold analytical me with the part of me who loved the presence there, just slightly out of reach."And then one day, it wasn't a presence, it was you in my dreams. You and I were doing this." She wiggled to make. .." he said, fucking her face as his balls slapped against her chin. He kept pushing and pushing, deeper each time, forcing her to continue gagging and choking, until finally, he started moaning loudly, pulling his cock from her mouth. He grabbed it in his hand, jerking it violently, before shooting rope after rope of hot, thick cum onto her face, and into her still open mouth. She licked up the cum around her mouth, and swallowed it along with what went in. She grinned and looked at him. She liked music but it depended on the song itself not the Genre, age or name of the band, she could listen to heavy metal then straight after listen to a classical or rap song. Anna had shoulder length blonde hair, mostly put up in a ponytail, complementing it with stylish glasses that framed her sea-blue eyes, on occasion, for longer distances. Anna was average height, weight and at a 34B average breast size too. Anna was in 9th grade at Stevenson junior high. She wasn’t exactly the most.