"Maybe you'd rather go someplace else to eat," I offered. But she had a better idea."Maybe we can both grab a shower at your place, Drew. Then we coul... just order a pizza or something if you have beer to go with it."I glanced up, surprised — well, not completely surprised after that kiss. I'd expected I'd have to wait before we reached this point. As I said above, I don't think I'm a fool, (no matter what you decide) so I smiled back and said, "That's the best idea I've heard all day. Pizza and. How may I help you?”“Liam, it’s Elizabeth. Can you believe the writing assignment Professor Harrington gave us? It’s like she’s prying. I hate to write about something so personal. What are you doing?”“Well, just at the moment, I’m reading history. I figured I would get to the writing assignment later this evening. I agree, it is a very personal matter.” The assignment given was: ‘Describe the class that you would want be if you weren’t of the class you are now. Why does this class appeal to. His shaft and balls were shaven making it so smooth to my lips. Nothing still being said except his breathing becoming heavier.Lifting my head to look him in his eyes I said, "Did I cause this ?" In affirmation he nodded his head and I responded ,"Then it belongs to me."Returning my focus to his love muscle I stared wanting to memorize the sight. Leaning forward kissing the head of his patient cock then slid my tongue up and down his stiff shaft. Oh how I love to touch my lips onto the soft. The thought was saying, I must moveforward. With my heart thumping with both fear and excitement, I movedsome of the dresses aside and climbed in.As I moved through row after row of dresses, I noticed they seemed to begetting bigger. I found it difficult to not stop and admire the dresses,especially when I came across one which I knew, somehow, was mine. Itwas a summery pink eyelet dress with lacy white trim on the hem andshort, poofy sleves, a white peter pan collar and a white satin sashthat.