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John moved in front of her, she was looking at the ground sad or ashamed or both. His feelings were impossible to put into perspective, a connection an attraction, his mind was racing. He put his hands on her shoulders, and she stopped crying, his touch made her feel safe, she had emotions for him but knew it was not meant to be. John took his left hand and moved it to her chin and gently raised it until her big brown eyes were again looking directly into his, as they did two fuck days earlier. "I do understand Tori," John replies as his lips moved to hers. The two embraced into a passionate kiss, and John felt her perky teen tits pressed against his chest. Tori, in turn, could feel John's aroused manhood pressing against her firm belly, she was damp, wet even between her legs as the two kissed. Tori moaned softly thinking this was supposed to happen two days ago. She didn't care how old he was or how young she was. All that mattered to her was the feeling the connection she indian felt. After several minutes they stopped, he looked at her and smiled. "I have feelings for you too Tori, Let's make this work, we will have to be very careful, but I want to be with you," John softly said. Tori smiled back and replied, "Coach John?" "Call me John and let's get you home it's getting late we can talk on the ride," John replied. The Ride Home Tori broke the awkward silence 5 minutes into the drive to her house. "Coach, I mean John, I am so sorry, I was immature and wrong to do what I did today," Tori confessed. "Immature maybe, wrong perhaps. You know why? You could have found yourself in a very bad situation you might have regretted," John said in his fatherly tone. "That said your plan worked and I am happy your here, next to me." Smiling at Tori and receiving a shy smile back. "We have to figure out how to Hardcore make this work. I shouldn't say this, but ever since we said goodbye last summer at the end of the beauty season you're all, I think about." John revealed. Tori moved closer to John resting her head on his shoulder, her right arm now across his chest. "I've always had a crush on you, as far back as I can remember" Tori admitted. John's right hand started stroking Tori's silky ponytail that ran halfway down her back. The two were silent for several minutes as John savored this moment, his dick once again revealing his attraction to the teen beauty, Tori noticing his elevated shorts. "Can I touch it,?" Tori nervously proposed. "Yes, please do" John wife suggested. Tori maneuvered her right hand under John's shorts and exposed his 8-inch dick. Her innocent eyes widened as she had never touched a dick before or seen a real one for that matter. Although it wasn't huge, to her it certainly was formidable. Her tiny soft hand wrapped around his shaft. John could feel her soft, warm hand move slowly up and down each stroke stimulating him more and more. "Is this right? Am I doing it right?" Tori asked as she gazed at his veiny manhood. "Perfect, you are perfect," John replied. John's pre-cum leaked out his urethra, and Tori asked: "is that cum?". I walked around to Colleen and she kissed me but whispered that she had to drive. “Well I have an artist coming over in 15 minutes, how about you pose for a Hardcore couple of sketches to see what it’s like?” “I hope that you’re not expecting to get all those inside me.” I joked. Harry checked left and right so that he wasn`t seen entering a girls bathroom and then rushed in. Myrtle was not to be heard indian and must have been hiding somewhere in the Hogwarts piping system. That was tough on her and Olivia. The big slides did give me a wedgie, front and back, fuck but the pools at the bottom are big enough for me to be able to straighten up without anyone knowing. I was acting out to get them to punish me. “You are mine little sex slave, keep me satisfied and you have little to worry about,” I answered. With that Freya turned the egg up to full blast and I had no choice but to accept the inevitable. I match it with a training bra. “But I have to be a symbol,” Phillipa protested as her wife advanced. I unwound my braid, my golden locks spilling around me. And then I took the scissors to them. Their wife bruised fingers tremble as they work. beauty I knew there was a reason why I kept this guy around.