Soon my robe is wide open and I’m so fucking turned on, spanking my clit and finger-fucking myself hard; I'm dripping wet. And John is unzipped, sit...ing in a chair across from me, his pants around his ankles, stroking his massive dick. He starts slowly at first and picks up the pace as he sees me getting more and more wet and hot. I tell him he’s not allowed to cum until I do, and he obeys. I cum so fucking hard and long. My pussy gushes a huge dark puddle of wetness onto my sofa cushion.. “Everyone knows that chick is a virgin,” one of them had said.“Easy pickings,” another said, “A girl like that would give anything up to a guy like you.”And so Landon went for it. He approached her and asked her if she wanted to go play a game with everyone else. Max blushed and agreed, knowing it wouldn’t be Candy Land, and followed him upstairs.About 10 of their classmates were sitting in somewhat of a circle with a bowl of paper scraps in the middle. Landon led Max to a break in the circle. No one seemed to have noticed her, everyone except me must have been blind.I slid off my stool and approached her, she appraised me with those lovely eyes. I'm forty two, 5 10, 180lb, with twinkly brown eyes and just a frosting of grey hair over my ears. I smiled my warm friendly smile, the sort of smile that says don't worry you can trust me, yeah." hey," I greeted her, " my name's Peter, you look cold and hungry, have you been on the road long?"She smiled gratefully at me, Her voice was soft. “Is that why you’ve been staring at me?” There it was. I had been staring at him, that’s why I kept talking, because if I talked that meant eye contact, the social practice of building a relationship with another person. It was how I did my business, to notice the way others interact and mirror back, even change up, that interaction to get what I wanted from them, sell insurance. I had this whole theory about it, social function, introduction, handshake, small talk, a joke, eye contact, and if.