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Nobody in this story below the age of fourteen has any sex. THE RELUCTANT DATE: After my Senior High School football game dating hijinks with the Fabulous Football Four from my accelerated classes, I was left somewhat alone and disappointed from after the end of the football season and into the winter. The girls, all in my accelerated classes, were true ‘brains with beauty’ young women who had no intentions of dating any fetish high school boys and only had done so as a group with me out of sympathy for my obviously unreturned attractions to them. But, after the football game dates, they were still very friendly to me during classes, but then only. I guess that our teacher supreme, Miss Blair, noticed this and decided on her own to play a little Cupid with me, to include the delayed activity of another of her students in another class that I had never met up till this time. Her name was Nancy, and she was every bit as lovely and intelligent as the Fabulous Four that I already knew. And pined for! So, Miss Blair arranged for Nancy and I to meet that Friday early in the morning before classes, upon our arrival at school in different buses, but that arrived at the same time. I was sitting at one of the wrought iron benches in the Student Plaza as massage she approached and inquired if I was James, another student of Miss Blair’s, and when I agreed that I was she sat down not too close to me to sound me asian out. She and I both knew what Miss Blair had hoped for, but both of us were rather under-experienced socially at the time and danced around the topic until we agreed to meet that day at lunch. Evidently Miss Blair or one of her student unofficial spies noted this meeting and reported it back to her, to her undiluted joy and expectations. At lunch that day, I had my usual PBNJ sandwich, grapes and root beer soda from a bottle in front of me as she joined me at the table on the opposite side. We briefly greeted each other and then proceeded to eat our respective lunches, with hers being a green salad with an unidentifiable dressing on it. She also poured some at least warm tea from a thermos, to enjoy with her meal. Did I mention that she had a bit of an oriental look to her? Very attractive, too. After eating our lunches we started a conversation on our relative experiences with Miss Blair and the other teachers. It eventually in even the short time left to lunch gravitated to comparison of the subjects that we each had and our progress in them. We were both top students, she with an almost pure 4.0 and me at the time accelerating up the grade scales from coming from a high school with a much easier curriculum to this one with as challenging a program as any public high school in the state. I was currently at the beginning of my senior year at a cumulative 3.0, but it was rapidly accelerating up as I gradually caught up to the level of my fellow accelerated students. Nancy had evidently heard about this. It was the talk of the japan accelerated community in this high school. The dummy from out of town that was rapidly moving up to their ‘exalted’ status as a student. I actually suffered no ill-favored treatment from them personally throughout this process. After our brief discussion, we made an appointment to meet again the next day for lunch and further our conversations. This went on for a couple of weeks, with us never running out of things to discuss about our classes, In fact she as an English buff and as a prior Spanish student was of much help to me, as I was to Nancy in mathematics and the sciences. She was already doing quite well in them, but I was able to help with some of the more difficult concepts in those classes and she remarked on my grateful attitude for the help to me, as she did for her help from me, too. We found that we dimly liked each other at this point. It soon became obvious that if this wasn’t going to fizzle out stillborn, we needed to move on to dating. She was the first to suggest this, so we arranged for a burger and movie date for that Saturday night. I drove my grandfather’s 1950 Ford sedan. Which I had recently bought from him japanese and we went to a burger drive-in, the Burger Plus (later nicknamed the Burger Burp,) which had the most expensive burgers in town, but had a deserved reputation for excellence of taste and service. “That's where Richard Lawson comes—” I hope it’s the later. She had light brown hair and large brown eyes. They can tell by stress levels, orientation, height, and a range of other facts whether you're sitting, standing, kneeling or lying down. Playing with it wasn't much different than playing with your cockhead, encircling it, squeezing it, making it happy with all the pressure and the fast movements... "STOP", I called out and mom froze in her tracks. Please. Max japanese smiles as he lifted Elastigirl up and takes her onto the couch. Her pussy, ass and tits are exposed and accessible for his pleasure. It was gorgeous! “Damn,” he said before falling to the floor. And the fact that she was able to draw teenage studs to her mature, voluptuous body and leave them panting for more made her feel rather fetish proud of herself. Noise burst through the cafeteria. “Ohhhhhhh, god,” I gasped, “Wha-what have you done to me?! Momo knows Master likes her big boobs!” He proceeded to strap one on to each of the family's heads. after the other and they each drove the length of their cock completely up my ass. Her pussy was massage bald like mine, I'd never seen an adult with a bald pussy. “Yes, he came the moment I told him we were coming asian to your house. I am unbuttoning your blouse as we go through the door and free your beautiful firm titties. If they could have done, they would have taken her.” I suspect Mr. Frye told Vicky what was going on in the room because she flew into my arms, crying. ‘No. I was just checking my locker and stuff’. Keegan felt his dick jump in his pants, and he worried that he might not make it before the girls went down on him. "Good, good, that's good, our last time," she said. As people flow in and out of the house and the japan pool, your hand sides up the leg of my shorts and grabs my cock. Then she wouldn't have seduced her poor, innocent mother.” Just as we were heading out of the pool house, Belinda, Carol, and the other two boys arrived at the door.