All she had to do was survive two weeks without him, and everything would be all right.She heard the busses start to hiss and knew their time was up. ...She let go of him and kissed him one last time. Remembering the warmth of his lips and holding onto it to help her get through the following weeks. He smiled to her and then, he was gone.The bus doors closed and drove away and he was really gone. She stood there by herself. Feeling the cool autumn chill breeze through her clothes. As if to. 'You like this little girl', he panted out at me?I was not a little girl, though I was a teenager and less than half his estimated age, he certainly looked middle-aged?'What are you doing', I asked, the more innocent I sounded, the better he felt about my youthful curiosity, the greater the spurt of cum to come shooting out of his cock.We girls all knew of flashers and what they wanted, 'Want to see me cum for you', he blurted out, each word spat out with each stroke of his cock, which my eyes. Quietly I said "I told him that I was thinking something even more private might be better." He stood staring at me and just when I thought I had lost him he smiled and said "do I need to take a really thorough shower? Or were you thinking of a bubble bath to get started?" My heart pounding in my chest I took a deep breath, then I walked around the bed to him and slid my hand inside of his jeans lightly caressing his dick as I pushed his jeans down."No you don't need a shower and no bubble. Vickers offered while taking his chair in back to the desk, "it's a long way from Chicago!!!" "The trip was fine, Mr. Vickers," Mrs. Sparks replied dryly, "but let's get right down to business, do you really think that you can help our son, he's absolutely miserable in his school back home in Illinois!?!" Smiling slightly at the obvious impatience of Brian's mother, Jordan Vickers glanced at the top page of the young man's file before beginning, "Of course I think we can help him, we here at.