“Where were your parents? They let you be with this guy when you were thirteen?”“Shh ... Don’t speak ill of Jack. He was a perfect guardian. I... would have done anything for him, but he refused every juvenile advance I made—kindly and respectfully—until I was eighteen. I guess he couldn’t resist me any longer.” Lissa paused, struggling with her own demons. I willed her to go on, but let her take her time without pressuring her. “You need to know. It’s only fair.” she said finally. “My parents. Once in we both began making out. I laid her down as I laid next to her, not letting up with the kissing, our tongues wrestling with each other in her mouth. In that brief moment, my anger turned into pure horniness. I don’t know what drove me wild the most… finally fucking this really hot girl who I fantasized about every night, or the fact that I’m fucking the guy I hate the most’s girlfriend right her in our own apartment. “Wait a minute,” I said as I quickly got off the bed. I could feel. Finally, it was his time and Cassie knew he was getting ready to explode. She could feel him throbbing even more and even get harder inside her than he was. Plus he began to slow down his movements. She knew that when guys slowed down their movements, they were getting close to letting themselves go. Then, she felt one last pump into her, heard him groan with pleasure, and felt the warm flow of his ejaculate fill her up, spasm by spasm. By the time she felt the last warm flowing spasm, she had. "Tell me what you can see." There's a young woman who my brother tells me is Samantha Mitchell." What's she like? Is she pretty?" I would say so." I grinned. "I mean you couldn't see Sherman Armstrong fucking ugly women could you? She's tall, has big tits. Oh they're not as big as Erin's fake ones but they are big enough. Her hair is long, dark brown and looks well groomed. She has a button nose, slightly rounded cheeks and pouty, made-for-blowjob lips." I guess that's sort of a back-handed.