To me, it was a triumph, a rite of passage into womanhood, but to my parents, it was the signal that I was ready for apprenticeship. Of course, not kn...wing what would be required of me, I was eager to begin my tutelage. I couldn't understand why they didn't want to apprentice me to any of the local practitioners; they were always around, telling me that they would teach me to be a powerful Adept. But my parents refused them all. Bless them for trying to protect me.Felar was someone who kept to. When they were finished, Mr. Jones leaned in and kissed her and said, "Is this okay?" More than okay," said Mrs. Peterson. "I really needed that." I think I did, too," said Mr. Jones. He leaned in and they made out some more, eventually falling asleep. -------In the morning, Ashley, Abby, Mark, and I all woke up before Mr. Jones and Mrs. Peterson. "I think I heard them fucking last night. There wasn't anyone in the guest room," said Ashley matter of factly."Dude, that's a little weird," I said. This was about his pleasure, not hers. Keeping a gentle grip on the base of his dick, she slid the robe off one arm at a time, carefully setting it aside (it was silk, after all). Her free hand slid over her naked skin, pinching here, caressing there, ensuring her body was ready for whatever he desired. Maybe today you’ll push me onto my back and spread me open, give me a good fucking right here on the floor. Or maybe you’ll force my legs up and make me play with my pussy myself. Ihr Profilbild und weitere Fotos in ihrem Profil waren durchaus nett anzusehen. Eine attraktive südländische Frau mittleren Alters, schulterlange gelockte schwarze Haare und volle, sinnliche Lippen fielen mir sofort auf. Ihre Figur war nicht modelverdächtig, bot aber weibliche Kurven an den richtigen Stellen ohne zu übergewichtig zu scheinen.Ich zögerte nicht lange und akzeptierte ihre Freundesanfrage, kommentarlos, ohne weitere Reaktion.Nach einer Weile öffnete sich mein Chatfenster, Ipek.