And then there were the motor scooter guys, mostly ninth graders, who roared around before and after school on their Cushman’s, giving girls a ride ...nd racing each other.At the end of the second week of school there was a Saturday night dance for seventh graders that the school called a “mixer.” It was free and the announcement promised good music and good food and free drinks. Rigby went wearing the Hawaiian shirt his Uncle Tommy had given him and his good, going-to-church trousers which he. Be a bit patient as I would be explaining a bit about the situation initially. I promise you this is a good one.At the end of the story, I have mentioned my email id where you can reach out to me and give me feedback on this story. This is my first try to something like this so please forgive me if I make any mistakes.Now about me, I am a final year engineering student from Mumbai. The girl in the story is my ex. She was around 5’7. She was a bit thin but had amazing boobs and a very tasty. I went and laid back in my bed jacking my cock until I shot another huge load. I replayed the events that just happened over again in my head but instead of Max, it was me between my daughters young legs. Eventually I passed into a deep sleep not even bothering to cover my now flaccid cock, or the cum mess I made.As you would probably assume the next morning when I woke up all I could think about was the night before. All day in fact it was all I could think about. I, however had to act normal.. ’ I said with a nervous smile as I glanced quickly to her wrist remote, and then back into her stunning dark eyes. I was made aware once more of the fact that I had a raging boner. ‘Alexis, the head physician you know as Dr. Miller, likes to keep things formal around here. The rest of the staff isn’t so picky about the formalities of the old world. She’s a gifted medical doctor and microbiologist, and we can’t afford to lose her. So we humor her most of the time. She might seem like a hard-ass,.