Meanwhile she had worked her hands between us and was undoing the buttons of my shirt. When my shirt was unbuttoned I took the time to remove my ...hands from her back to remove it, as I did so she begin to undo the buttons of her own shirt. Her white bra was gorgeous against her dark brown skin, but I still felt the need to remove it and free those breasts. And boy was I glad I did. Her slightly darker nipples stood erect as if waiting to be touched. I complied with little hesitation,. ”Maths was not a subject I liked, but I had at least enough brains to do basic sums. Miss Cooper, our teacher, decided that she was going to have fun by ridiculing the new kid. She made a whole song and dance of picking up ‘the one’ from the blackboard (represented by the chalk in her hand) and carrying it over to the door (she actually did it) and putting it under the step (there wasn’t a step so she slipped the chalk under the door itself).The class was in fits of laughter, and I felt my face. There was no love, only anger, and the realization of that tore her apart. She felt the sting in her palm before she even realized that she had slapped him hard across his cheek. That didn’t stop him. "You want me to fuck you like I fuck her and see if that will make me stay and choose you instead?" he hissed as he unbuckled his belt. He let his jeans and boxers drop to the floor and bundle around his feet. His words were like venom seeping into her soul, poisoning her... but still, a part. “Mom, do you think maybeYOU could kick me? It’s just that I REALLY want to knowwhat it feels like, and I figure it’d be safest if Igot kicked here at home. After all, you have a lot ofball-kicking experience and you’d make sure that if Idid get hurt bad you could get me to help quickly.So… would you kick me in the balls, Mom… please?” Jeff’s mother laughed. It was a musical sound. “I neverthought I’d hear a guy ASK me to kick him in.