Bad wapas aai mujhe kuch na karne ka isara kiyaMera dimag kharab ho gaya lekin usne mujhse mera mob. No. le liya raatme hum sab lete the wo mujhe msg ...ar k puchne lagi ki tum ye sab kyo kar rahe the tumhara man chanchal ho raha tha kya karne ka irada hai tumhara usko dekh k mera man to pahle hi usko chodne ka ho chuka thaMaine saaf saaf msg type kar kah diya ki tum mujhe sexy lagti ho mai tumhar upar letna chahta hu wo msg kar k lihkti hai ki man to mera bhi yahi hail akin yaha kaise sab log. By having an appointment with me, he would finally get a break from all the pressure of tests and homework. I made it my mission that he would get the most soothing and relaxing massage possible. He deserved a beautiful rubdown, and it was up to me to give it to him.He came in around 3:50 in the afternoon. He walked in slowly and awkwardly, as if he was unsure he was in the right place."H-hello…?"My clinic was a small building with only two rooms—one was a waiting area for anyone that came. I kissed her neck and raised her arms and slowly lifted the teddy over her head. She was heaven. I lowered my head and took her nipple. Nibbling, biting, teasing. Her tits were magnificent. She cuddled my head forcing me to take more of her tits into my mouth. I had to have more. I trailed my kisses down her stomach and lowered her panties as I went. Her bush was wet and shiny. I rubbed her mound and licked her lips. “Oh God, Oh Yes” she panted. My fingers spread her lips and I slid one than. They had come from a big city and had gotten overlooked.Maggie didn’t luck out, since she’d messed up taking her ‘pills’ when she had a bad case of the flu and got pregnant. Maggie discovered this just before Dirk started summer training camp for his Freshman year.At first Dirk told her he’d marry her and was eager for her to have his baby.Two months later, Dirk realized his football fortunes had changed. He’d been talked to by scouts for two big Universities and was told he had a good chance.