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"Megan?" I hear Phil calling from the back of the house I feel the woainst an walks in Givedown and searching her eyes, but her big-fralasses hide them from me Shit I can’t remember the last ti the about her feels different Feels right

The woit a small bite, like she needs a taste of me I nearly cum in my pants, and just as I’m about to, she pulls back, ducks underlike I just got hit by a linebacker, and before I know it, I’an! There you are!" I see Phil scoop up the woan!" while wrapping her arms around the two of the there with my jaw on the floor

Well, fuck

After a second I shake the fog away and gritsure I wipe the confused look off my face before anyone notices I think about what could have just happened I should apologize to Megan, to her faht this second to mean it I’ve never been so struck by a wo she literally struck an, do you remember Chris, an old friend of h school"

Her nose scrunches at Phil’s words I step forward and hold an" I rub the inside of her wrist with ood to see you too Not sure I reh" I study her for a second, not really shocked she doesn’t reo and we onlyout with Phil at hoan doesn’t care ht avoid you like the plague," Phil jokes, and I alh at his words If he only knehat happened retfully, I release her hand, and Janet pulls Megan toward the back deck As they go, she looks back over her shoulder at , and her blush returns My dick twitches, and I curse under my breath I storm to the bathrooet ive myself a pep talk ‘Jesus, Chris, she’s your best friend’s daughter, and she’s barely eighteen Get it together’ I reach down and adjustto hide the fact that the thick bastard is hard as a rock and ready to fuck

When I an saying hello to everyone who’s corab my beer from the patio table, retakeshe really does look When she was pushed up so close againstblonde hair hangs in waves to her ass Her bright blue eyes are partially hidden behind her oversized glasses, so I can only catch a gliht to her tits and reads: I never receivedthe Shire to become a Jedi! Whatever the fuck that means, I have no idea She has on loose jeans that she’s rolled at the cuff, and simple white tennis shoes

If she wasn’t so curvy I would think she was trying to downplay her looks It’s al on Not so woman I can’t keepto people and saying her hellos She glances over at ets bolder whenever she looks, her glances lingering

I try not to stare at her, but it’s hard Looking around, I start to notice that everyone here is e or older Shouldn’t this place be loaded with other teenagers? I just push it to the back of an will have another party with her friends later

"Coach Burns" I pull an at the sound ofin the doorway of the back porch "You said I could stop by and grab that playbook," he says before I can ask what he needs

"Yeah, I’ll go grab it" I co by, and I’ to do with the woman I can’t seeht back"

Making rab the playbook off the desk in an’s door I’ve never had the desire to open it before, but I findit open now I’m not sure what I expected to find, e heartthrobs on the wall, but what I get is soreen, with aBooks cover every free space Three computer monitors sit on her desk, a screensaver of the periodic table divided across the screens Her walls are indeed covered in posters, but I don’t understand half of the slogans and phrases emblazoned across the Enough" gets a bark of laughter frole" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">