They seemed to think that they were the only ones in their entire writing class who knew how to write. They talked for an hour in their condescending ...olier than thou voices, and basically ripped on every student in the class.I was already pissed off, but this threw me over the line. I had read all of Hillary's "private" writings... so basically I had read the bitch's diary. It made me ill, all of the poetic lovey-dovey crap that she wrote down about some guy named Bart. The girl didn't have. "Nothing good would come of this." He thought. Ansel scooped her up into his arms. She dangled there, draped across his massive forearms, limp and lifeless. The only assurance that she still lived, was her body trembling with involuntary shivers. Curious he smelled her fingers, that she had proffered earlier. The smell was sweet, musty. He was not sure why it should drive him mad, he felt pretty normal. He held her against him, trying to provide warmth. He carried her, unconscious, back to his. Slowly glued each others bodies started kissing deeply with tongue. I was rubbing her legs/thighs/ass/back. she slowly started to rub my ass/legs and back mainly on my legs was shy to touch/rub my ass.I then turned her over came on top of her started to deep French kiss her slowly and rub my hard cock under my boxers and rub over her pussy/panties, she instantly came. Said I was 2nd guy to ever be with her. Slowly got away from awkwardness. I lowered myself and watching her eyes giving me the. He felt something being tied around the excess material from back behind him. "What are you going to do?", he asked. Silence. As he stood there he heard the clicking of heels walking off. He stood there perplexed that he heard heels. Then he heard them walking back into the room he was in and heard something being set down. He felt a hand grab his pants by the belt buckle and turn him around and sat him easily into a chair. Nervously he asked, "What are you going to do to me?" Silence..