" Right, Ida Tarbell, magazine writer mainly, she said that with imagination, anything was possible, something like that. That's a neat idea. Imaginat...on. What did she do; whom did she write about? Charlie?" Standard Oil, Rockefeller." The bright boy stayed slumped down in his seat, pretending disinterest. "John I think, John D. Rockefeller." Exactly. So? What happened? What about Rockefeller? Who's he? Go on Charlie."A young woman, a student in a long skirt, entered the classroom and handed. He tilted his head so he could suck the free nipple and I grabbed his ass pulling him deeper into me as I lift my hips to meet his. Then the moment of excitement came.He sucked my nipple until I could feel a slight, sharp and erotically charged pain! He pumped me harder and wilder and I tried to lift my hips each time to meet his thrusts. He freed my soar nipple, grabbed the sides of my hips and now thrusted so hard that his hips slammed into mine, his dick seemed to bulge thicker and I. And sure enough, when I lean my head on Finn’s shoulder and close my eyes, I open them again only to see Nina Gallagher glaring bloody murder at us.I close my eyes again and completely ignore her. Finn’s arm comes around my waist, and I sleep there beside him.After about half an hour, we stop again to pick up another few members of the Youth Group.There’s handsome Paul Lindberg and his young single mother, Mollie. Both with dark liquid eyes and hair the colour of carrots. They’re new to the. They congregated in Gail’s room and broke out a bottle of champagne to end the evening. After a little small talk and an empty bottle of champagne, the girls decided to call it a night. Both Judy and Gail got up as if to say good night, leaving Debbie sitting on the edge of the bed. Debbie looked a little confused, and said, “Is this my room?” Judy and Gail looked at each other and grinned, Judy said, “Sis, all the rooms look alike, and you’re so drunk you couldn’t tell the difference.