..For several days, Jason tried to get some control back in his life. Buthe felt increasingly tired, and he could not seem to focus on how toaddress h...s problem. He tried to put the pieces of a plan together, butevery time he thought about using Grandma's stuff, he just could notstop his mind drifting towards one of her stories, or one of herphotographs, and he would spend ages wondering what a particular eventhad been like, or how she had looked on a specific night. Often he mightend up. Michael was the boy of Cathie’s dreams. He was tall, only a year older than her, and whenever he smiled— why, he had the cutest crooked grin she had ever seen. The two had become friends over the summer when Michael had moved into the house next door. It took four weeks until Cathie decided to tell him that she loved him.The two were walking home from school, both dressed in their uniforms. Michael in a light blue collared shirt with navy blue pants and maroon penny loafers. Cathie in a light. He pushed hard against her groin, and Iris whimpered and groaned as she felt him.He wanted her so badly right then!He was rubbing against her, as he lost himself to her, and although he had started out being the one in control, it did not take long for Iris to realise that the balance might have shifted.She thrust back her shoulders, and James buried his face in the valley of her breasts, and once again he breathed in the scent of her."So human," he mumbled. "So deliciously human ... and so. Do you like to be fucked Samantha?” John was rubbing his hard cock up and down the slippery crack between my cheeks, admiring my smooth ass framed by the garter straps and bent over waiting … inviting. “Yes! Yes, John, YES! I love to be fucked! I WANT to be fucked! I want to be fucked by YOU!” I exclaimed. I wanted him to fuck me, to just take me and use me. I wanted his meat inside me, and NOW! I felt John line up his prick with my anus and then push, push in a little, push in more, then.