Her body felt so alive, more than it ever had before. Tingles of excitement soared through her from head to toe.”13 October 2003 Happy Birthday to m...!”_“My Dearest Darling Daniel,”“I know that your heart is heavy with sadness right now this Christmas Eve.” Dan’s voice began to crack his chin trembled with raw emotion as he held back tears to read Laura’s letter. He had read it over about a thousand times, knowing every word by heart. He read every word as if it were for the first time.“I woke. . , I will admit—I did feel sort of happy, to receive a copy of that important e-mail from the brave little clique of Wantabe's. I guess they're hoping for a good turnout, I thought. Even after all these years, because of their thoughtless cruelty, I still felt a trace of bitterness.Smokey Joe (I'm not going to tell you his real name), and I had one thing in common back then—we had both spent our high school years on the outside, looking in.Smokey had transferred in from Butler High School in. I awoke with something wet and warm on my prick. I groaned and heard a giggle. I looked down and Jen had her red lips wrapped around my cock. I knew Marge had gone to work by now. It was Monday and I always slept late. Now that I was awake Jen started using her spit to jerk me as she sucked on the head of my cock. Then she started nibbling on it and running her tongue around it, all the while pulling my balls hard and making me moan with lust. I shot fast last night in the shower. I held out. The fist-sized head of the dildo tore a startled cry from Catherine's trembling body as it plunged deeper and deeper into her tight snatch, pressing hard against her cervix. "Be silent, slut," I told her in a flat, emotionless tone. "The next sound you make will be the sound of you cumming like my dirty little fuck-toy, or I will whip you again until you understand your place."She opened her mouth to reply, then simply nodded. I grasped the shaft of the dildo firmly, and twisted it, rotating it.