Once he was hard, he asked me to stop. Then he asked meif I were interested in trying something else. I had an inkling of what hewas talking about a...nd acknowledge that I'd be willing to try. He told me tolie on my stomach and I felt him lubing my ass. Then I felt his cockpushing at my hole. I read that to ease the pain of your first time, youshould act like you're taking a shit, so I did. It still hurt a lot. Myfriend asked me if I were ok. I told him that it hurt, but I didn't wanthim. The memories I have could fill volumes. And they are all there. In crystal clarity. And I sometimes wonder if this is a good thing? Or not?My mom was a very religious person. My dad not so much. We would go to mass every Sunday.Oh, and if you didn't realize, my elementary schools have a theme.St. Rose of Lima. St. Bernadettes. Soon to be followed with St. Luke's and Immaculate Conception School.Yes, my mom raised us in the Catholic church. I did not see it coming at age 9, but by the age of 14. ...but they were to be enjoyed later I kissed her again before kissing my way down her slender,slim body until I slid off the bed,my feet touching the floor and I sank to my knees,and I knew what I wanted and just how I wanted to satisfy her.I pulled the thong down,leaving strands of moisture clinging to the material stretching from her pussy like I had seen so many times in porn but this was so much better this time I knew it was my turn and without waiting any longer I ran my tongue along her. Jared watched as the girl’s tight little tits bounced quickly with each jolt of each step as the girl descended down to the front of the room. Once she was right up to where Jared was standing she looked around a little bit nervously and asked, “Do you remember me? I’m Cindy Black from your first class on Monday morning.”“Yes, I remember you” said Jared truthfully. “How may I help you, Miss Cindy Black?”The young girl paused a bit while she gathered her thoughts then said, “Well, I was hoping.