By the time I rang the doorbell, I had the beginning of a huge hardon. When Honey opened the door, I had to shift the position of my legs to conceal ...it. The sight of her made that impossible, though. Honey was older than me, but -- even by my immature standards -- Honey was a knockout. She had a head full of sexy blonde hair that looked like it wanted to be grabbed with both hands. Her cheekbones were high, giving her face a passionate look. The bright red of her lipstick made her mouth. ”“It isn’t fair, we are both the same age we should be treated the same.”“Look, I’m sorry Abby but it just doesn’t work like that, just suppose in a couple of years time your Mum and Dad promised you each something very special if you got five or more A’s in your GCSE’s what would you feel like if by a single mark or percentage point one of you were to miss out. It isn’t a question of fairness it is purely a question of development. I don’t need answers to these questions, they are only asked. Celeste stirred, murmuring something indecipherable, and then stretched. Her eyes flew open and she exclaimed in pain as the stretching of her beaten back sent a hundred sharp reminders of the beating through her. She gingerly rolled onto her stomach, then looked sideways and up at her companion. The expression she caught there fleetingly, before he could adjust it, surprised her considerably. There was a fierce possessiveness in that look. It immediately threw her mentally back into that place. She was getting so turned on that she began to scream out my name and telling me to go harder and faster. I was fucking this hot piece of ass like it was a pussy, hearing my balls slap against her ass.She began to cum, her love juices pouring out of her. My orgasm was building to an intensity that could not be matched and I told her I was going to cum, sarika told me to fill up her ass, “Cum deep in my ass so you can watch it come back out.” I began to pum even harder, barely able to restrain.