I found my mom’s toys a couple of years ago and I don’t have a hymen anymore. As you’ve probably guessed, I’ve played with myself before but I...want you to be the first man to put his ... his cock in my pussy.” Jennifer looked at me with lust in her eyes. “If you don’t hurry up, I just might have to take matters into my own hands and rape you!” As she said that she showed me a wicked smile and I knew she’d probably keep her promise.I started to play with her breasts and was trying to be a gentle. I had just heard the narrative when Michiko arrived with Rachel, eager to learn what the school to-do had been about. "Nursery rhymes," Weena said, tersely. She told the tale to Michiko, who laughed."What do you think, Gordy?" Rachel asked."Well, Patrick has a good point. But the teacher should have told the class that though Mother Goose wasn't true, many of the poems reflect history," I said."More symbols?" asked Patrick."Exactly. Let me get a book from the study." I returned in a few minutes. He was wearing work boots, blue jeans, and a wife beater under an opened flannel button up shirt. Even with his shirt on, you could still tell that he was a muscular man. “Haha I’m surprised that those aren’t falling off of you. What happened to your pants?” I sat down on the couch next to him. “Haha I have them cinched up tight as they go but they still keep falling down all the time. I spilled some tea on my pants so I threw them in the dryer. Do you need these back?”“Well no I don’t but if. It was all I could do not to put a bullet in her whore face and kick her to the curb like a pile of garbage right then and there. Her eyes flickered behind her closed lids, and as they slid slowly open she remembered what was happening to her, the terror returned and her frightened eyes went wide. She bucked in the seat, straining against her bonds, and I released the wheel for a second to slam the back of my right fist across her whore mouth, the mouth that she had put on Brads swollen cock..