I'm not a schoolgirl and don't deserve to be humbled into dressing up as one.I wish there was some way to get you to understand the loyalty I feel for...you in the depths of my heart and to make you see that I'd do anything for you. Anything short of this one stubborn pig-headed request of yours... Unless... I'd be willing to reconsider, IF you'd just... commit. Run away from home and MOVE IN with me!!!!!I'd wear a dozen school girl uniforms and degrade myself by sucking off all my boy and girl. "Carol sat on the bed (I noted one double bed, rather than twin beds), and she tapped her hand to indicate I should sit beside her, so I sat down.We began to chat, the usual and predictable chat for two people who were once close, but not met for a long time - how are you, and how have you been, what are you doing these days, and so on.We had parted on good terms, our affair had come to an end because I changed jobs and it became difficult to meet. There was no rancour, at least not on my. Immediately I was overwhelmed with sensations -- half-remembered images of Gaby, of me and Gaby, of thrusting, penetrating ... I dropped the shirt in the laundry basket and shook my head to clear it. I looked down at a new and rising hard-on.Gaby was sitting up when I returned to the hall, holding her head in her hands and groaning. I left her there and went to fetch a bucket and mop. The puddle had to be urine, Gaby's urine. I couldn't have done it, and even under the circumstances we couldn't. .."I'll sing ye a song all about the high sea, and I'll trust that ye' join in this chorus wid me...Oh! as I wuz a-rollin' down Paradise Street,(Rusty and Tom joined in) Timme way, hay, blow the man down!A fat Irish bobby I chanced for to meet,(Rusty and Tom again) Ooh! Gimme some time to blow the man down!"In a halyard chanty, there is a natural rhythm to the song and the rope is heaved on at specific syllables of the chorus only; the two punters soon caught on and were joining in the chorus.