“I wish I shared your optimism for my modeling career,” she said. “But I’m not like you, I have to fight for the work I get and this body is m... most potent weapon.” She smiled. “I’ll see ya later,” she said as the handsome, young photographer motioned for her. Judy watched them leave and thought, there goes one more happy photographer. She smiled at her friend’s promiscuous life style. Judy herself wasn’t like that. Oh, she loved having fun of course, but in addition to being voted the most. I always was bad at math, and surprisingly Ms. Baker was my math teacher. I would make any excuse to go back to the class just so I could get some one on one time with her, she did not seem to mind, and I loved it. I was easily one of her favorites, and sometimes she could not stand me, it was a love-hate relationship. We used to have these little subject nights at our school, like science night to display our science projects to parents and students, history night to do the same for our. When some other guy tries to bully youaround, you have to stand up to him. If you act afraid, he'll just messwith you all the more." I had tried to follow my father's mandate. But Jorg Crowley had fiststhat looked as solid as concrete blocks. If hurled at me, they wouldshatter bone. I could almost hear the sound of my ribs snapping likedry twigs with the impact. I could feel my jaw crunching. How could Iquell the sudden anxiety I felt when he confronted me? Seventh period had just begun.. Encouraged, Billy opened his fly.His prick tame charging out like a crazed, one-horned bull into the bullring, looking for soft, warm flesh into which that solitary horn might be plunged."Oooooh," she sighed.Billy's prick was at least half again as large as a Ewing prick and Margot was thrilled. Her pussy had started to simmer between her thighs, the way that it did when she was riding a horse--preferably a stallion-- bareback. She always got hot on a horse and often had an orgasm. She was.