?Well, Sophia,? he finally spoke, ?it appears we have a problem.??We do?? Sophia was puzzled. She prided herself on being a very good student—both...bright and determined. ?Yes. We do.? He paused again before pulling an essay out of his briefcase. He laid it on the desk, facing her. ?Does this look familiar???Well?yes. That’s my final essay.? She was even more puzzled now. She had thought it was some of her best work. She had worked extra hard; she wanted desperately to impress. “Jack called me a slut. And then Dennis did too. But Jack thought it was funny.”“So what’s the relationship ... connection between status and calling the girl you’re with a slut?”“I don’t know ... but you’re going to make me find out.” She smiled, and for the first time pulled us together.I kissed her cheek, which didn’t have too much talc on it. “How much status does a slut have?”“Not much.”“So what does he get out of it? Calling you one?” My hapless teen didn’t answer, though I could sense. I press my cockhead to her swollen lips and slowly push inside her. Within a few strokes I find my rhythm and we start slapping against each other as she gets in sync with me.I reach under her and hook her with my fingers where hey legs meet her hips. I can really pull her back fully on my dick, feeling the hard ring of her uterus opening against the tip of my dick. We go at it for what seems like an hour but couldn't be more than 10 minutes. Her pussy originally tight, now hangs loosely open. ’ ‘I take you both to be my partner, to have, and to hold from this day forward.’ ‘I give to you my unending love and devotion, and I promise to be true to you, to cherish you, and to share my thoughts, hopes, and dreams with you both.’ ‘I look forward to spending the rest of my life with you my best friends. I will love you forever.’ She turned to her right, where Sid gave her a ring, which she placed on Denise’s offered finger. She smiled at the redhead, splendid in her ivory dress, who.