“Everyone’s first year sucks.”“But the kids hate me now,” she whined for the umpteenth time.“Yeah, but school’s done for the week. Worry...about that next week.”I didn’t know what else she wanted from me. I was giving her all the fake comfort I could muster. I sat at the edge of the bed holding her, practically cradling her, while she wept softly into my shoulder. We were already so close together, yet she was grabbing onto me, pressing herself into me, while she sobbed, wetting my sweater. And. She took out some tweezers and held my head and started to pull out the hairs over my eyes, Ouch I yelled and she gently shushed me, and said a girl must suffer all types of embarrassments and pain to please the men in their lives, now calmly sit still. As she finished I looked into the mirror and thought that my eyes did look prettier. Then she gave a pair of white stockings and had me put them on, they came up half way up my legs, she then brought out a gingham dress, and soon had it over my. He painted on her neck as he commenced his fucking rhythm, making Geeta cry out as he rammed his lund up her gaand deeper with every thrust.“Unggggh! Oh, Mastram! Unggggh! It’s so big and stiff, Mastram! Unnggggh! Fuck my little gaand, honey! Oh, gaand, pack me with it! Pack me deep!” By now the hung youth had over half of his hard-on rammed up her gaand channel, and Geeta knew she didn’t have to hold her ass cheeks open anymore. Eagerly she thrust bot hands under her belly, groping through her. He treated me like a princess. He is still one of the ten smartest people I know. He’s funny and self-deprecating. And when we made love, he made me scream with pleasure and spent all night cuddling. That’s why I had to walk away from him. Kevin was too good of a guy for me just to use and throw away. Because that’s what I would have done to him. I probably could have gotten him to marry me, buy me a big house in the suburbs and sucked him dry if I had wanted. But I couldn’t do that to him. Not.