Crying and crying and crying, cry-talking my way through a cooked-up explanation about a fight with Bennett (that didn’t happen), and about being around his drunk friends (which, naturally, included me, though I refrained from sharing that tidbit). And it has gotten me out of more trouble than I can tell you. Xxnx I was a freshman and he was a senior, so he had a car and we went to a nice restaurant, and then to a bar (we both had fake IDs: you know that story). It was an incredibly important birthday, and I was already old, by all sexual standards. just because, even though she wasn’t old enough to have a driver’s license! To which I replied by snapping my knees wide apart, thrusting my pelvic bone downward and taking my father’s cock all the way up and into me in one powerful
