Pan started to sniff against her mother's damp shirt before whispering, "Jeremy ... he called me a ... frigid bitch." He WHAT?" the mother exclaimed, ...er eyes suddenly ablaze with fury at what the boy had called her daughter.She nodded, not raising her eyes to gaze at her mother as tears began to spill out the light blue orbs. "He said that, 'I was a prick teaser, that I didn't know how to take care of him, and that he was sick and tired of being with someone who turned into an iceberg every. Last day before the exam, she was nervous about her preparations. We studied entire day and it was 10:30 in the night. The library was almost deserted.The staff was dozing despite the directive to keep the library open till midnight. Tired she lay her head on my shoulder and shut her eyes. She held my arm and cozied to me.“you have bony hands. So fewer muscles”“u like muscular boys, huh”“of course I do. Don’t you like girls with good figure”“ I am afraid I do”“then why can’t a girl say she. She was trying to change me (not in a bad way orbecause of anything feminine, but because I think it was her way ofmolding me or reeling me in).Unfortunately I'm more of a rebel than I am conformer, so that wasn'tgoing to fly. Really it had nothing to do with her, but once she wasgone the desires to dress were back and stronger than ever. Really eventhough I didn't miss dressing (that much) when I was with her and felthappy, but I don't think the desires ever really left.Actually I know they. “My husband makes a good little slut, doesn’t she” Carol asked as she slumped down in a chair next to us, her silky pink robe opened wide as one hand started to massage her pussy while the other played with her tit. I felt Jaime's mouth move up and down over my shaft, sliding over the head of my cock as she grasp for a breath of air, while taking her breath she used her hand to pump my cock a couple of times releasing a thick drop of pre cum. She circled the tip of my cock with her tongue.