She did nothing - just stood holding my breasts and breathing softly against my neck. I found myself dying for her to touch me all over and...pushed myself back against her. She responded by gently sinking her teeth into my neck and tugging on my nipples. My wetness was running down my legs by then. She led me to the bed and lay me down on it face up. She slipped her hands between my knees as she crouched down on the floor in front of the bed. Gripping my knees. Tears blurred his vision as he drove down the street. ‘You’re just like your father, ‘ Coach had said. Was he just like his father? He’d just seen his father fucking Miss Conklin and Lisa Dutille. He was upset but wasn’t sure why. Why did it upset him that his father was doing exactly what he, Rick, was doing? And why was he angry at the Coach for saying he was exactly like his father? He pulled to the side of the road and stopped. He wasn’t sure where he was. He sat there, crying. After what. More

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