My publisher would have had me in dress blues and all the fruit salad if she’d had her way. I finally convinced here that it was illegal, but it was...a hard fight.The Pocket Rocket spent about two hours in her room, refusing to come out or let me peek in the door. I was in the den, looking at some emails, when she called, “Close your eyes, Big Brother! No peeking!”Dutifully following orders I could hear high heels clicking down the hallway.“Okay, Jackie Boy ... read it and weep, you lucky. Cathy would take the same advanced courses as I, and tutor me, while she tried for an academic scholarship to OU. She was smart as a whip, and secretly I believed she had the better chance.A week after the discussion with mom, we had a similar discussion with Cathy's mom and dad. Mr. Walton bowled us over when he made a promise to us. If Cathy received a scholarship, he would give us the money he would save toward my tuition. If I won an athletic scholarship, we could bank the money to give. “You like? All of this is going to be in you. You’re going to like it. You’re going to be begging me for more. I’m going to fill you up with so much cum it’ll leak all down your legs for ages!” He grabbed Laura’s thin wrist tightly and pulled her hand towards his cock roughly. “Touch it slut!” He grinned as her fingers took hold of him. “You’re going to taste me. You’ll be groaning as I feed it to you, all of it. It’ll fucking choke you, you horny cunt just like it chokes them all!” As. He stood there. "Oh bloody hell!" It was Adonis. "Going up? He took her purchases from her and stood back to allow her in. Reluctantly she had to accept and so stepped into the confined space. Her nose wrinkled as his cologne became apparent. It was impossible for her to stand still. Her hand stole down to her crotch for two reasons. The pressing desire to pee and the desire to ease a familiar itch. Knees pressed together, hand pressed hard to her crotch she wriggled. "Missing those.