I held my breath and felt the warm gush run down into my belly. He pulled out then and Tristen pulled the rod out of my pussy.Another set of hands on...my hips and a cock head poking at my pussy. The cock entered me and it was all I could do to hold myself up on my hands and knees. The cock was really thick, pushing at my insides, stretching me out. He was in about 8 inches all at once, and when he pulled out I leaned down and put my face in the grass, my ass up in the air for him. I was. Then she pictured several of the boys trying stealthily to touch the sudden bulge in their pants as they watched her. This made her smile, even as she continued to cry. And she found that it excited her as well.“Are you all right, Jane?” It was Peter’s normal voice: concerned, not knowing how much of what she was doing was pretend. She nodded twice, vigorously, still sobbing. “Very well,” came the cold voice of Mr. Peters. “Continue, Miss Harkin.”She continued, now filled with a curious. My whole world came crashing down in those brief moments. I fled school and walked, no point of destination. I Watched the cars whiz by me as I walked the sidewalks. For the first time in my life, I cried for her. Tears flowed from my eyes. I drowned out the world. The sound of car horns and shouting evaded me completely. I wanted to walk into the street and get smashed by the traffic. It wasn’t until someone grabbed me and threw me back. This was Draven Hunt, a tall, dark hair, green eyed. Frankly she doubted if she could ever loveanother man. Except John of course. He reminded hermore and more of his father every day. 6′ 2″ 195lbs good looking, bright, funny; yep he was hisFather’s son all right. Even had that same mane ofunruly brown hair. “He is going to make some young lady very happy. Mygod I don’t know what I would have done without himthese last 2 years. Sometimes she forgot he was nota little boy anymore. She could not be 100% surebut it.