Technically a D is getting by but it could just as easily fall to a F. Bye-bye playing football.Ms. Craven wrote a note then walked the desk aisles dr...pping the note on Jake's desk as she passed by.Jake opened the note. He read it then stared at her. When she looked up and smiled at him, he looked back down at the note. "Talk to me after class on how to get an A in this class. Automatic A on all your assignments." What blew his mind was the rudimentary picture written in lipstick. It was a dick. Julie felt more sad for him than angry or scared. ‘Gary, please.’ She took a deep breath. ‘You don’t understand. Hell, I don’t understand. You’re right. It was never like that with us. I don’t know why. I can’t explain. It has nothing to do with whether I love you or not. Please believe that.’ ‘I think you should come over here right now,’ Gary persisted. ‘And give me a blow job.’ It wasn’t a command. It wasn’t forceful. It only served to amplify the differences between Gary and Greg. Gary just. You inhale sharply and your cock bounces as I pull the last of my lace off and toss it with it's partner. My bald pussy is bare, and with my knees spread wide you can see the glistening wetness that clings to my swollen lips. I watch you as the fingers of my right hand slide over slick skin, just skimming past my clit and slit. You bite your lip and squeeze your balls, your free hand moves to the base of your cock and it's my turn to gasp as you wrap your strong hand around your shaft and give. They fell exhausted in each others arms and slept until late the next day, getting up and walking out on her balcony and looking up at the beautiful sky, and the waters of the ocean, they got dressed, and walked hand in hand down the beach the sand pushing up thru their toes. She had finally found a man who would love and care for her, and wouldn’t hurt her. He had finally found a woman worth fighting for. * * Story 2 * * It was a long time ago that this story of love takes place. It began in.