This story is about me and my school. And the girls that were in this school, if you know what I mean... The boys in my class level including me actua...ly had to fantasize a lot because... let's say our class level was not the most beautiful among all classes in terms of girls. In short: our class level was pretty ugly. Of course there were some exceptions, but you know, there was no girl that had it all. First: a beautiful face. Second: a nice booty. Third: some gorgeous tits. And to the regret. I pulled her up and put her on the bench again. She spread her legs and I placed just the tip of my cock inside her. Another groan made its way through my chest. Slowly, I slid my cock inside her. Just as slowly I pulled out until only the head was in the warm pussy. “Stop teasing me and give it to me!” she said. I kept the movements slow and even. Michelle thrashed on the picnic bench, trying to get me to move faster. Each motion felt excruciatingly slow and the desire mounted in me. Then,. While she came back just as she sat down I pulled her and kissed her. She got scared and went back and told me she didn’t want this and she wasn’t ready and she made a mistake. I was shocked. We just sat there drinking when she suddenly apologized. She said she was just scared and she came and sat on me, legs on either side and facing me. She was still nervous but I had to make my move. And then it all began… I slowly went up to her face and kissed her cheek, and then her neck, I breathe my. ” I went into iTunes and a group called the Vitamin String Quartet, covered “Bad Romance,” making it perfect for Charles & Claire to dance to.“What did you find, Charles?” Mom asked hearing ‘it’ in my voice.I replied, “An extraordinary version by a modern string quartet, Annie.”“What else do you need, X?” Kalista asked hopefully.“Maybe a newer song to Foxtrot to?”“Charles honey,” mom responded, causing a giggle from the other girls, “Have you ever heard of Michael Bublé?”“Oh, yeah Mom, he’s.