. and you know not to fuck with me. I think you do, though..." he took her overextended and purplish clit between two fingers "as a matter of fact, yo... want me to fuck you right now, don't you? Tell the truth..." and started to squeeze just a bit.Rachel didn't even hesitate "yes, oh yes, please... I mean, if you want to fuck me, sir please... I do want it... please fuck me" her words tumbled out in a rush, stomach tightening in fear from his fingers around her sore and swollen clit. Part of her. He'd get a phone call every so often, but the timing was never right and she could never get the time zones right. And not long after Carly left, Spencer did too. Just packed up and left. He guessed that with Carly gone, her br*ther didn't have anything really anchoring him to Seattle anymore so it was like Freddie lost two people in one.Sam, on the other hand, only called or texted when she needed something, which was always, and things were never personal. Always with the 'fix this' and 'do. He went to PT with the ship's Marines and attended a beginner's self-defense course. Marissa seemed to understand that he needed that. Even if it did present the probability that he might be recycled if he resisted a sponsor. But Mr. Ackermann and the Marines saw how he was growing and handling responsibility so they tailored some sleep-trainer courses to his personality and then got him to retake the CAP test.That was when he became a sponsor. I don't think that Mr. Ackermann waited for even a. "Ok," said Pam trustingly.She closed her eyes, stretched her long legs out in the boat, and lay back against the front railing. The warm sun obviously felt good on her still damp clothes. I immediately noticed that her shorts were pulled tight against her crotch. That demanded my full attention. I stared at her sacred spot trying to reconstruct in my mind what was underneath. The next time I looked up, Pamela was staring right back at me.Busted, I thought. My face turned appropriately red..