It doesn’t get better than Wickhams; you can’t let this chance slip through your fingers.” “I know but...” “Now is the time to be brutally...focussed. You must do whatever you need to do to get that ‘First’. Your whole future depends on it; do whatever you need to do!” * Her mother’s words ringing in her ears, Gaby had spent the whole of the following night working on her next assignment. When the morning finally came she was exhausted but had produced what she knew was a superb piece of work.. No amount of explaining would make them understand. But you can kiss me now."We kissed and she began to cry. She put her wet cheek next to mine and whispered, "They wouldn't understand. I'll be home for Thanksgiving. Will you want to see me then? I'll want to see you so much. I'll write. Will you write to me?" I can't wait for Thanksgiving. I'll want to see you. Yes, I'll write to you," I said. She was backing away from me until she reached the fence. She eased her butt on the top rail and I. She lets go of my shoulders and leans back holding herself up by my knees with her hands as I feel the hot gush of her passion onto my cock. I love the feel of her hot pussy juice, flowing down my dick. I feel her pussy walls gripping and letting go and gripping again again, until I can't hold out anymore. I push my hips up hard and dump a huge load of baby batter right into her hot waiting pulsing pussy. She feels my cum inside her still sensitive orgasmed pussy and sends her over the edge. So I zipped up, ran out side and turned on the bullshit. As soon as I saw her I screamed that I got it caught in the zipper again and by the look on her face I knew she wasn't buying it. Why are your pants all wet she yelled as she starred right at my bulge? As I began to stammer, thinking of the right thing to say, she shoved me down on a chair, dropped to her knees and put the base of her right hand on my rock hard nuts and used her fingers to feel the water stains on my pants. I will never.