”“Sorry, I’m a little slow. I must have gotten hit harder than I thought.” They both looked concerned until they realized it was my poor attem...pt at humor. I smiled and faced my mother. “Mom, is it alright if I go out with Wendy this evening?” I asked formally.Mom smiled and nodded. “Yes, but Wendy, please try to have him home by midnight.”We all nodded and then headed to the parking lot. Wendy drove a small land yacht known as a Chevy Impala. It was a full-sized car with a full sized engine. It. It's beendays since he's tried attacking me. I go back to my swordplay. I've beenpracticing for a few hours now, I'm a little tired but I dare not showit. He is pacing around and debating something in his mind. He wouldstare at me and then go back to mumbling to himself. I was tired of it.His glares finally got to me. I stopped, and turned around to face him."What is it this time Dorian? What have I done that's got you so workedup?" You!" Dorian shouted. "It should be me who is the favorite. "I am sorry," I answered. "I shouldn't have done that. Please forgive me."Maggie looked into my eyes. "There is nothing to forgive. I guess you haven't been in this situation before and I don't want you to do something you will regret later."I stared at her for a moment and took a deep breath. "You are right, I haven't, but it feels right. Maybe because of what happened to me but also because I want it, I want you." I paused and then said what I had just thought. "If you want it too, of. With that devilish smirk of hers, she released my cock, causing it fling upward, almost slapping against my stomach. When it settled into it's rigid, erect state, she used it as a crutch to help herself to her feet, gathered the collar of my t-shirt into her clenched fist, and pulled me to my engineer board. My raging hard on slap and kissed up against her big, bubble butt as she bent over my board in front of me, arching her spine and looking at back at me, her palms placed on the edge of the.