We began our dating in the freshman year of college when we met in a sociology class and hit it off very well. We get along great and I have no compla...nts. Well, no major ones except that she is pretty fundamental when it comes to sex. She is old fashioned and believes in not going all the way until marriage. I can respect that; it's just that I do not have those same beliefs and it makes it rather difficult at times. I don't pressure her and don't ever plan to. I do get an occasional handjob. ’ Ms. Dickens smiled. ‘Please call me Nancy.’ While Ms. Dickens was gone to pick up the lunches, I called Ms. Shaffer at the bank to thank her for her help with the utility companies to have our services resumed. She very politely, but with no trace of emotion in her voice, told me that it was just part of her job. ‘Brian,’ Ms. Kindle whispered. I looked around, making sure that we were the only ones in the house. ‘I found it,’ she said, still whispering. I followed her into the small. He immediately started thrusting super fast and I started screaming."Fuck! Please! Yes! I'm cumming!" I screamed. He kept fucking me just as fast and I could barely think."Fuck! Nathan, you're so big! I -" I was cut off by another orgasm, causing me to shake uncontrollably and scream. He pulled out. I caught my breath. I had no idea this was what I'd be in for."Oh, you think that was it? Oh, Emma, you have such a tight pussy; you're not done until I'm done." I was so helpless and weak, I just. He was on a business trip in England and wouldn’t be back for a few more weeks (yes I heal that slowly) so I was the man of the house. I guess the fact that Stephanie was so nice to me all the time made me look at her as a mother. I had told her that I felt like that and didn’t take it well. She wasn’t upset but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it…maybe disappointed? With the little privacy I had, my mind began sending my eyes lewd images of my three sisters, all in skimpy bikinis, looking.