”“Quite an altruistic gesture, Mr. Robertson. Maybe you should wait to see what the valuation is, first. That may change your mind!”“I shall t...ke your advice on that, sir. I may also read up on the Treasure Act, 1996.”“You may find it a trifle boring ... but as a student ... perhaps not. What are you studying, Mr Robertson?”“Liberal Arts and Sciences, sir. My first year. It has been quite interesting in developing some of my talents, opening my eyes to possible futures for myself and my .... I had to remember that I wasn't actually thisschoolgirl, and if I was late, so be it. Calming myself down, taking amoment to just think, it popped into my head to check my school journalto see if I had my classes and rooms down in it. I was relieved afterpulling the journal out of my bag and discovering I had, in fact,labelled the rooms all my classes were in, with my entire schedule.Analysing the girly handwriting, I disseminated I was in room 4R5 formath, and hurried along to try find it.All. The musky odor was stimulating my sexual desires. I snuggled next to Herb's warm body, it was comforting and lulled me to sleep.When I woke the following morning, I was laying on my side and I could feel Herb snuggling against my back with his rock hard cock pressed deep into my crotch and his ample dickhead protruding between legs against my nut sack."Good morning, sunshine?", he greeted, "You ready to shower and go get some breakfast?" I think I feel breakfast between my legs.", I said as I. They hardly spoke again for the balance of the school year. Nothing lost, counseled Michael. Girls. Like, go figure! As their relationship matured Michael and Kai spent more and more time together, often going to the bowling alley on Sunday afternoons or simply hanging out at the local swimming pool, drinking pop and eating candy courtesy of Kai’s allowance. At other times they would read aloud from a book, taking turns so that gradually Kai’s range of vocabulary and his ability to express.