How he had pushed away all thoughts of her until they had erupted that day in her room. A part of him knew he was as bad as Waylon, that she had gotte... into his mind and soul at an age that he shouldn’t have been thinking such things but unlike his brother, he had been able to push them away, to bury them in his bad boy persona. He felt as if he had been lifted from the depth of his own private hell the first time they had made so love in that room. As if, while he was buried so deep in her,. “I am almost done” as I pounded him. “It feels like I got to poop, please hurry” Scott said. I had pulled his hips back up in the air gripped them tightly as I was pulling almost all the way out then thrusting back in with his tight doughnut keeping a firm grip around my cock. It was as though I could feel his skin stretching every time I withdrew and thrusted. He was starting to enjoy it, as he moved around a little still moaning and cringing. Finally I was at my climax and thrusted hard. A pastor’s widow, Mrs. Bonham had a distinctly old-fashioned idea that “boys will be boys,” but “ladies should know better,” as she lectured Camille. Troy’s parents were contacted and both Camille and he were expelled from the camp, which led to a sort of lockdown on the camp for the rest of the week, thus preventing any further “escapes.” Camille was just lucky that she wasn’t prosecuted for statutory rape or something. Troy was grounded for the rest of the summer, too, for “fornication.”That. She had always thought that he was sexy since meeting him her freshman year at Howard University. Tyler was a dark pecan color with the most amazing hazel eyes she had ever seen. He had once told her he got his eyes from his Italian and black grandmother. Tyler was also the tallest man she had ever seen other than on a basketball court, he was 6’5. Nyla quickly wiped the tears from her face as Tyler walked though the door. ‘Why the long face and tears?’ he asked taking a seat across from her in.