The gates to the school were large, towering and coldly metal with no rust to be seen on a single but of the hard material.You shoes clicked amongst t...e floor, other students began arriving and you made your way to the receptionists desk where you had been told to go.Once there you noticed the old woman who sat at the desk, bored and unbothered until you came along. She stared at you for a moment or two."Name." It wasn't an question, it was a demand."It's Rose Turner." You replied, awkwardly. "I felt cool air touching the head of my erection just before it turned warm. Looking down I saw the head and at least an inch of my organ hanging below the leg of my shorts. My first reaction was shame as my face burned, then pride at the look of lust in her eyes as she eyed what I was exposing. I knew I was bigger than most boys my age having seen them in the showers at school. I saw and felt her fingers slowly inching up higher on my thigh until the tips barely touched the head of my. I slid into her sheath allthe way to the hilt, feeling her muscles pulling at me, feeling my pubis mashagainst hers. “Oh God!” She cried, loud enough to make me wonder about the neighborshearing. “Praise the Lord. It’s been so long. Now fuck me! Start moving!Feel God! Feel God, Goddamit!” “I can feel it!” I assured her, starting to thrust now, my movementsthe instinctive rhythm of racial memory. Her mouth found mine again, hertongue dueling with mine. The friction of this was beyond. I could see in his mind, him wondering why I would be writing such a story. I know, in his mind he still sees me as the little 12-year-old neighbor girl. That's okay, I guess. I can have babies of my own, but in his minds eye, he still sees me as a little girl.Of course he wanted to read my story, but he didn't want to read it then. Only after Cindy told him it wasn't a porn story and he could read it in front of us, was he okay in doing so.I found it so odd; my large laptop looked so small.