In college I stood 6'-1 and weighted 205 I could run like the wind and hit like a tank. I think that is why my nickname was Tank like Sherman Tank. On...y I was known as Tank Sherman. Anyway in my last year I met a girl that changed my life. She was Mary Lou Singer, 5-3, 98lbs of pure unadulterated sex goddess. Mary Lou could give hardons to brass statues. She was a walking, talking wet dream and somehow she decided that I was going to go somewhere and she latched on to me and wouldn't let go.. I was at my full enjoyment feelings and began to think how I could see them naked, play with them, squeeze them and suck them like juicy mangoes. As I was moving my hand I felt that her last two buttons of the blouse were opened. Now carefully I began to move my hand downwards towards the unbuttoned area. Suddenly I felt a gap opening. I moved my hands inside the blouse where the gap had been formed due to the pressure of the top breasts lying on top of the other as she was sleeping on her. Are you sure she fully understands the consequences of not keeping her mouth shut about this?" I think so," I told him. "Tracy is pretty smart in case you haven't noticed." Oh I have." And like she pointed out, she had a right to the information. My most important goal from the very start was Tracy's survival. That remains my most important goal. I thought that she would probably heed my warnings a little better if she knew exactly what she was dealing with. That meant telling her. I still. Why do you want to see it?" I could see that he was calling me a liar and wanted me to prove that I could indeed read his spellbook."As long as you are in my care, I will make sure that your studies do not lack, now show me." I didn't care about looking at the spellbook, his notes on the other hand I did care about. I wanted to see what he wrote.He reluctantly handed me the notebook. The writing started as a mess and quickly became very practiced; his letters were almost perfect by the end of.