”“What was your essay about,” asked Connie?“It was about the causes of the American Civil War,” answered Sue.“What did you write that piss...ed off Professor Jackson?” I asked.“The truth,” said Sue, “that slavery was a small part of why the states succeeded from the Union. I gave facts from official records that showed only six per cent of people in the south owned slaves. Even Lincoln himself self said that if it preserved the Union, he would allow slavery to remain. My conclusion was that it was. At the time, I didn't think anything of it, or at most, that it was a little bit annoying. After all, what fifteen-year-old boy wants to have an eight-year-old little girl sleep in his bed with him?Her parents thought it was cute, but I told her not to do it again. She seemed to be a little hurt at my words, but she got over it soon enough.When she grew older and began to understand the concept of what was and wasn't appropriate behavior, she stopped acting quite so affectionate. It was only on. They kept me awake, at least. I know that technically it took more than the ten hours of allotted drive time, but when I stopped, I knew I was within range of Boston and what would be my trickiest day.Melody didn’t live in Boston proper, though we always referred to it that way, but rather in the historic town of Lexington. At three in the afternoon, I drove right past her little town and through the craziness of Boston to Logan International Airport. I was never so happy in my life as seeing. .."YES! FUCK, YES!!, he growled, "I've wanted you since I first saw you! My god, you're so fucking hot!" Then take me... Take me now!"His breathing was maniacal, his hands were shaking like autumn leaves. He trying furiously to unbuckle his belt & remove his pants with one hand while feeling his way under my blazer to open my blouse & bra with the other. His shaking hands were soon pulling my soaking wet panties to one side & he wasted no time in sinking his entire American cock straight into.