Still knowing everything that came into her path, still impossible to shut up during class. And yet...Third year. Difference. He had to make her mad. ...very chance he got, he had to make her mad, nag at her, do anything to make her turn unto him in fury and give him a flash of those eyes, glowing with anger.Fourth year. She was a woman. He remebered closely, too closely. When she's walked into the ballroom. The otherwise bushy hair so smooth. Wonderfully so, the blue dress making the body that. I got a nice view. She smelled so good. I got him in the car in the back seat, as he laid down. She got in the car and scooted over right next to me. She had to have noticed my boner.---------------------------------------------------------------* Missy thought to herself: Wow, dancing with all those boys, sure made me horny. I could feel several hardons. All I had to do is whisper anything in their ears, and they got hardon’s Looks like dad won’t be in any shape to give me some play time. When I felt her body relax a little, I slowly pulled out of her. Despite how slick she was, I could feel her pussy grabbing onto my cock as it withdrew. When it was almost all of the way out, I reversed course and slowly slid it in. This time, the penetration was rewarded with a low moan of passion from Amber. She had her eyes closed and her face was twisted in an expression of rapture.I could see Becky still had one hand working over Amber’s tits while I was slowly pushing in and out of her.. They are taking something from me again. The sense of anger I used to have because I had been stolen. The determination I used to keep inside me, the determination that one day I would see someone again – but I can hardly remember his name anymore. It was a man. Was it my father, or someone else? The sense that I was ... was ... who was I? I have almost forgotten now. Now I am the girl who is loved, because she is obedient. Fulfilled, because she serves. Safe, because she is confined. Happy,.