“I don’t like taking medicine I don’t need!”“You need something! The squeeze technique, you gave up after one go!” Her ass began to wiggle...and gyrate as if she were strutting her stuff on the dance floor. I thought of all the guys she’d flirted with whilst I’d been there, how I’d been too afraid to say anything, afraid she’d bring up my weakness...“It didn’t feel right...”“It’s not good enough!” I thought desperately of football scores, math problems, news headlines, whilst all the while an. Com/You think as a 12-year-old boy, that I would be interested in doinghomework, or the latest sports, games or even girls. That was not me; Iwas like everyone else at my school. We were talking about the talentcontest at our school. It was a yearly event and everyone tried doingsomething. However, if you won, you were put on the hall of fame. Thiswas just like being a town hero. This was the only thing that peopletalked about at school and at every home in the town.Most did not expect to win.. I then feel a finger slide between my pussy lips and touch my wetness for the first time. As it glides over my clit I can't help but moan but luckily he thinks it's in my sleep. His finger then plunges slowly into me deeper and deeper.I don't want him to stop but I don't want to pretend to be asleep anymore. I want him. I slowly move my hand over and instantly I find his hard cock and as he feels me touch it he jumps slightly and I open my eyes. "Please don't stop," I say as I look longingly. "What's wrong?" Jack had said to her. He saw the look on her face, knew she had something to say.But she couldn't tell him. Somehow, Amy's order was more important. So she fucked him. She leapt into him and wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed him onto the couch and she fucked him. Hard. She had been wearing the sweats she usually wore to work and now they were twisted on the floor. Karissa took down Jack's jeans and straddled him. He wasn't hard. She pulled off her shirt and ground on.