I saw tears rolling out from her eyes, but I did not leave her mouth and continuously stroke her, after two minutes her pain goes to hell  and she ...enjoys my every thrust and responds me in a very professional manner (like little teen girls in movies). At each thrust I give to her, she moan aaaaaaahhhhhhhh oooooooohhh yeeahh yeeahhh yeeahhhhhhh fuck me fuck me hard tear my cunt its your slave fuck it hard ooooohhhhhhhhh yeeahhhhhh ooooohhhhhhhh yeeahhhh yeah yeah hhhaaaaaah aaahhhhh. " I say shaking my head. "No being horny as hell tops it off and then stuck in this mess." he said. My ears perked up hearing that completely unexpected statement. I didnt know if I should make my move on him or wonder if this dude was up to something...He reclined back in his seat and kinda stared up to the roof and sighing. It was like this guy was really inviting me to do something or say something to him. Questions started churning in my head but when I finally fished one out to ask I. She matured physically very early, was kind of a big girl, but pretty with large tits. She always had older boyfriends and had a reputation for being a little wild. She had been the first person to turn me on to pot. She also had a boy friend who was away at college. Her mother knew nothing about how wild she was, and was kind of strict but not to smart if you know what I mean. So the first afternoon that I gave her a ride home after school, she asked if we could wait until the bus was due. Our childish bashfullness began to rear.“Hello.” I smiled back. “W-what are you doing here?” i asked, my voice cracking a little.He sighed, looked away, then looked right into me.“Im having…a very difficult time, staying away from you Gia.”“You know my name?” I asked, almost forgetting what he had said.“Yes, i’ve seen you around. I always see you. I always want to.”I didn’t say anything, i just moved closer to his.