He wanted a lesson and he wasn’t making an ass of himself so I’d throw him a bone. “Think about it like this, how many times a day do you think ...he average hot girl hears a pick-up line? A hundred? They take classes all day with guys looking to score. They hear it in the halls, in the parking lot, at their lockers, in class, in the cafeteria, on the street, the library, well, you get the point. So let’s call it an even hundred times a day. Can you guess how many times a day a hot girl hears. She killed that bastard Grothos with barely a thought. Shelooked down at her hands and arms, and she found her new muscle tonewas still there. It was all over her body, too -- it was like thelittle couch potato had blossomed into an athlete, or at least someonewho gave a crap about things like diet and exercise. All she had to doto get the body she wanted was die by electrocution, go to Hell, gettortured, then kill a demon with her bare hands. Who knew? Gymnasiumsbe damned,. There was no pressure, but as he held her, their eyes locked, and moments later they kissed for the first time. Even before she realised it, she was laying in his arms.He was a gentle and considerate lover. He took her to levels she had never before experienced, and at the same time, left her wanting more. Each time he drew away, she found herself pulling him back.And now, she was at the airport, and Lui Shi would become one more part of her past. Though a part she would regret. The rest of her five foot one package was beautifully proportioned. I told her she was perfect. She said with a wrinkle of her nose, “No, I think I’m too big on top.”I said, “Yeah right; put on your clothes and get out of here.”She gave me her little laugh and then looked down between my legs at my rapidly rising dick and said, “Oh God, Ricky…Ricky…” I stood and took her into my arms. Her velvet skin was on me: her thighs, her belly, and her breasts. I ran my hand down her silky back to the.