I picked up a pencil and wrote down the information, and promised to be there and on time. “This is a high class restaurant, so please really dress...up, ok?” He asked. I answered him, reassuring him I would wear something that would knock his socks off, but not make the other ladies jealous. As I hung up the phone, the door opened and slammed shut, and I could hear the snuffles and sobs of our teen-age daughter. She stomped up the stairs and passed me, slamming the door to her room. I. Fuck my ass. Fuck me and my ass good. Make me cum on this pillow.”Toby thought, ‘this is crazy, me fucking this big jock who could squash me like an ant.’“Oh yeah man, I’m getting’ there. That feels good. You fuck good. Cum in my ass. Fill me up. You’re gonna make me cum. Oh yeah.”Toby was huffing and puffing and he knew he was about to cum. He wanted to, but he didn’t want this to stop. He wanted to fuck some more, but he wanted to shoot his cum.And shoot his cum he did. Time after time he. She was going home for the first time since she was 12 years old. Six years. Six long, lonely years. Strict years. Safe years. The train was making a clickety-clackety noise, over and over again, and she found herself automatically sliding into the rhythm as she tried to meditate, to pray, hoping for some guidance.The door to her compartment suddenly opened and a man appeared, struggling with two bags. Noticing her, he stopped, staring for a moment, then hastily putting his bags down and. She grabbed a jacket and out the door she went. She got to class with ten minutes to spare, so she snagged her normal seat in the front row and got situated as the room started to fill and get noisy. A few sheets of stapled paper had fell out of her book and on to the desk. She took a deep breath and looked over the last assignment that she had completed, a 90. The grade wasn’t bad, but not as good as she had hoped for. She decided right then and there that she was going to buckle down and.