In short, Mrs. Harrison's boys were bad news. Regardless, whichever one it was that Olivia dated in seventh grade was the one that had given her the n...me, "Over Easy."However, I knew that like most of the gossip around Ridgemont, Olivia's reputation was overblown. Sure, she still rode a motorcycle and dressed in black leather, but she'd quit smoking six months ago after her grandmother passed away due to lung cancer. Most of the school didn't know that, but then most of the school also didn't. “Oh yeah, I am more than ready.” I reply with hungry eyes. “I kiss your lips.”“Hmmm you taste good. Your breast s feels good in my hand. I can barely hold one.”“That’s because I keep them full for you Papi.” I lift one into my mouth and suck the nipple as I am fingering my clit.“Oh baby that looks good” he says as he begins to finger his own nipple.“Can you feel the warmth of my mouth circling your nipple? Hmmm, let me stroke that dick for you.”He thrust his cock to the camera, “Take it. I moaned some as he inched his shaft in and then pulled out slightly. He began to give me more and more until, he was fucking me with almost the whole length of his cock. I was saying things like, ‘Oh yeah, fuck me with that big cock.’ He said, ‘Take that dick in your ass, faggot.’ Suddenly, I saw the door to the theater open, but I was beyond caring who saw me. I heard my cell phone buzz, knowing my wife was out looking for me, but I couldn’t change the course of things now. Another mans cock. I hugged my skirt tighter to my body and realized as she came closer, I was backing up. The smile never left her as she closed the space between us. As she reached out to me, I felt myself falling backward. I had reached the corner of the bed and tripped backward, landing on my back on the bed. My arms flew up, sending my skirt I used to cover myself flying to the other side of the bed. I realized I was laying across the corner of the bed and I was totally naked.I also realized she was standing.