But you still want it, don't you?"It was as if he could read my mind. Yes, I wanted him to fuck my ass. And yes, I knew it would hurt, at first. But I...knew how it would feel later, too. I couldn't help wiggling my ass in response to Manny's probing thumb."Have you got that cock wet enough yet?" Manny asked. "You better get it good and wet, because you're gonna have to take Jack's prick in your pussy. And you know it's a big one. It's gonna stretch your pussy good. Can you imagine that mouthful. Kimmy was wearing an elegant peignoir that night, radiating a striking sophistication into our rustic home. Brian matched with a silken, monogrammed robe. I could only gaze on with pride at these two fine specimens of youth, pride that I had given them the life and love that had brought them to where they were. Kimmy gently took my hand to lead me to accompany them to his room, as had happened more than once before. This time, though, they seemed a bit more purposeful, as if they had some. Matt signed right under Kitten’s name and handed the book and pen back to the girl.“Thanks.” The girl took off.Matt pulled into the driveway at 1 Falconer plaza and stopped at the guard booth. Sara and Kitten had both chosen not to get dressed when they got back in the car at the mall. He rolled down his side window to talk to the guard on duty.The guard spoke as the gate retracted. “Good evening Mr Falconer. Some things were dropped off for Miss Webber. They were put in the living room of the. Ring a bell?" Condescending? Dr. Paul Sheppard could teach Dillard lessons. "I haven't given you permission to look in my briefcase." Unlike today, 1950's students were not subject to searches. Their lockers were but not objects in their possession."To his credit, Mr. Miles closed Paul's briefcase and handed it back to him.Paul closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Mr. Miles. I shouldn't have been rude." Paul. You have never been in any trouble at school. What happened?" I don't.