I always wait for her to get home before going to bed and once in bed we always have sex for an hour or so.But on this Wednesday when she came back, s...e seemed nervous, and whereas usually she would tell me about who did what in class, she said that she felt tired and wanted to go to bed immediately. Of course I willingly agreed since I was looking forward to our usual session of sex in bed, but as soon as I tried to reach for her breasts, once she was stretched beside me, she asked me if I. I needed to be prepared.They couldn't make me remember, but I would receive help,until the time came to go home. I asked what the hell hewas talking about. He said that I had to wonder why I hadthese, and reached into my blouse and squeezed my breasts.I had them even though I had this, and reached under myskirt and pulled down my panties and squeezed my dick. Hesaid to talk to Amy and vanished.I managed to get through the day and went home and gottotally stoned until I fell asleep. This time I. Even then at twenty, a year ago, she was a big girl with legs and a figure that are every boy’s, and older man’s, dream. And my dreams too! My eyes linger hungrily on that tennis skirt: her long bare legs are spread ever so slightly provocatively, as if u*********sly inviting a hand to lift that skirt and explore. I feel that familiar stirring down below. I remember watching her play. Her dark hair in a pony tail flew up every time she leapt to hit the ball. That so short skirt flew up too,. She slowly raised the glass to her lips and took a very small sip. She then swallowed and started coughing and hacking as if it were taking her breath away. It probably was. I am sure it was burning on the way down by the look on her face and her clenching her chest. I am sure she thought she was dying.“Breathe baby. You will be ok. I promise it gets better from here. The next ones will go down smoother,” I said while holding back a chuckle.She started breathing better now and sat up straight..