I want to play with my skirt. I want to jack off some more. Iwant to make-out with someone. I want someone to run their hands all overme. On my thighs.... On my tits. Fuck. I'm too horny to be talking to mymom. I'm fucked-up."Are you okay?" she asks."Yeah, I guess" I answer. "But Larry's really disappointed in me." Let me take care of Larry" she says. "I think you're staying hometonight? Right?" she asks. As usual she proceeds without an answer. "Ifyou stay home with Jenny again, I'll get Larry's. " Good," he says. "You can help out with one of your colleagues. Follow me." He sets off down the corridor. I have to scurry to keep up with him. He leads the way into a room where Carrie is standing waiting submissively with her hands behind her back and her head bowed."Right, Fifty-two," George says to Carrie. "We'll try again now, but with Fifty here. Do you think you can do any better?" I'll try, Sir," Carrie responds. She doesn't sound very convinced."Well, then," says George, "you'd. Now I need to know the story, at least to some extent, so that I can deal with her in the future."John sat there stunned; this girl was a lot sharper than he had given her credit for. Keeping her in the dark was no longer an option. How could he tell her without telling too much?"Okay Angela, you're right, I do have a sister. She said something to me when I was 17 that hurt me very deeply and I haven't spoken to her since. When she calls again, and she will, tell her that I forgave her a long. As his fingers touched my wetness I could feel his deep moan vibrate across my stomach. My hips bucked at his touch as if they had a mind of their own. I sighed. His touch was so light I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it. I just wanted his fingers to touch me, to push inside me. I was urging him, lifting my hips to meet his hand. He was just out of reach. Finally I reached down and pulled the shorts off. I couldn’t take any more. ‘Please touch me.’ I whispered. As his fingers moved into me I.