She knew I loved Becky. She knew Becky loved me. The only hope I had in the world right now was she had also said, “I’ll be here when you’re rea...y to talk about it.”I lay on my bed listening to Q102. I was rehashing in my mind what I had put on three pages in the journal. What did I want? Did I really want Birgit? Could I honestly examine that relationship and say that it was not to be? No, I didn’t think I could. Despite my connection with Jennifer, despite all that entailed, if Birgit were. ’ ‘Excellent! Excellent!’ said Mr. Hargrane, ‘Such a prompt response speaks well of you. It confirms that we’ve made the right choice.’ ‘Speaking of which, sir,’ said Alan, ‘I’m a bit curious about how you came to choose me in the first place.’ ‘That’s rather a long explanation. But, first I’d like to ask to stop addressing me as ‘sir’. While we insist on strict formality between students and teachers, we’ve found that the faculty and staff have to work sufficiently closely together that the. I wondered what it would be like to bust her cherry and show her how much fun fucking was.“Nicole, I want to fuck you!” I shouted with pleasure“Good! I want to fuck right now!” she moaned and lay back opening her legs“I better put on a rubber first!” I said and reached in my pants for oneNicole watched as I put it on and I could see her face was mixed with desire to have my cock in her and fear with what it was going to be like to lose her virginity. I moved better her legs and rubbed my cock. Muscles, great hair, 6 pack abs, beautiful eyes and smile, what else could you ask for? My head was spinning as he approached me and as he leaned in to kiss me I instinctively laid down on the bed. It was over. I was going to have sex with this beautiful young stud. I was on fire. He was now laying on top of me and his hands were wandering everywhere. Mine were too. His body was so firm, so much different than my 50 year old husband. I reached down to caress the cock outlined in those underwear.