"No!" Becky protested but Melissa took my tool and pressed it gently against Becky's sweet little pink slit."Woah!" I protested, "She said no!" I said..., "Look I can't do this,"Melissa stared at me then she started laughing. "oh my, fine rapist you make!" she chuckled, "You're cool with it aren't you Becky?" she said but Becky shook her head. "No, I can't do that!" I protested, "No," Yet you came to rape me," Melissa exclaimed, "You're really screwed up, you know that?" Yes," I agreed, "I know.". " Typical guy, I mention art and you think war. It sounds good, have you seen it?" No, I just perused the catalog. We were supposed to go, but, my family is in Chicago. I plan to go soon." Well, how about I treat you to a trip for all the hard work you've done?" I'd love to go, but I can pay my own way. My boss pays me way too much for not doing anything." Ha, ha, I'll have to talk to her about that."I called and got the OK from my grandma. I know, I was 18 but family rules must be obeyed, we. When her fertile time came she learned some advanced fellatio. Her orgasms became less earth shattering but still very good for both of us.I was very happy to see that my fingers stimulated her anus but she was not as responsive as what Dagmar was. Given enough time she may give me this virginity but I was not going to push the matter.The showroom was completed and I started another just to handle 'Woden's Own" products. With enough time I would have more of the wooden construction done here. I sat on the balcony of my two-bedroom apartment (wearing my typical morning attire: boxers only), sipping a beer, and enjoying one of the last few days of my vacation. I teach mathematics at Central High School (Advanced Math & Calculus), and soon I would be back to the early mornings, crowded hallways, and lesson plans. The kids call me ‘Mr. B’. At first, I didn’t notice the moving truck in the parking area below, until a young woman carrying a cardboard box caught my eye. The blonde must.