We went a little crazy. Well, I went a little crazy. I selected most of the clothing that we threw in the cart. As Mouse followed me around the store ...and watched the pile beginning to grow in the shopping cart she started getting increasingly uncomfortable. She finally said, "Gregg, I teach third grade. I don't know what you've heard, but teachers don't get paid all that much."I grinned and said, "These aren't for you. These are for me. And you already know that I have more money than sense.. I told her a brief synopsis of my life. I was a 19 year old, college freshman studying environmental health. I was born and raised in Boston, had two older sisters that treated me like the younger brother and was never and still am not, in the popular crowd.“What do you mean?” she asked.“I was always very shy around woman and my sisters’ knew it. They knew I dreamed about fucking their friends but also knew I would never do anything.They would invite their friends over and make sure I would. She is already aching and we hadn't reached the main event. At the same time, she wanted more. More pain to become pleasure. More of my aggressive foreplay. She wanted more of everything. I then pin her against the wall, my chest pressed tight against her back, my hands seizing her ribs to either side of her breasts, holding her body in place. She stood there as my foot pushing against her, forcing her to spread her legs apart. I roughly stroke my cock until covered in a thin, sticky film. I'm. All I could do anymore was stare at the ceiling as tears trickled one at a time down the sides of my face.“Please Ean. I need this. I won’t judge you. I know it will hurt you so much too but I can’t stand not doing at least something.”He pulled his face up to mine to look into my eyes.“Don’t kiss me. Please. Just have sex with me.”He had to have seen the sincerity in my blank eyes because he pulled away and removed his pants and boxers. Soon, he was over me taking his shirt off. Forcing my.