There are trophies encased in glass shelves and portraits of what seem to be headmasters outlined with golden frames. A banner that read, “Go Ravens...” hangs loosely at the end of the hall.This must be a private high school. A very wealthy one.I step out of the elevator and hear the click-clack of stilettos. Looking down at myself, I watch in awe as the clothes I am wearing pixelate into a uniform. Black stilettos, thigh-high stockings, a navy mini skirt, and a white button-up. I glide my hands. In my story she's going at it seeking sweet release on her nimble little fingers. Another moan escapes as her strokes become more urgent. Suddenly she feels a male body slip in behind her. She can't believe she was so lost in her own pleasure that she didn't even notice the curtain move. His arms cross over her chest as he says " I thought you could use some help. I've been watching you for weeks now wanting to suck those sweet nipples, and fuck that wet tight pussy of yours Elizabeth." It's. WE TALKED ABOUT US BEING TOGETHER AND SEEIN WHAT WOULD HAPPEN HE SAID HE WASNT READY I TOLD HIM ABOUT ME AND MONTI AND HE WENT ON ABOUT SHANE. I SAW HIM AT WORK THEN I GOT A NEW JOB AND SO DID HE AND WE LOST CONTACT FOR THREE MONTHS THEN IT HAPPEN I GET A CALL POTPIE YEH ITS PAUL. HE KNOCKED AT THE DOOR I OPEND IT HE CAME IN WE WATCHED AMERICAN IDOL AND CHATTED WERE TOGETHER SO WE SMOKED MADE OUT AND STARTED FOREPLAY THEN HE UNDID HIS SHOES I STARTED TO MASSAGE HIS BLACK ANKLE SOCKED FEET. First, she wasbeautiful. She resembled Lana Turner(I'd always been somewhat of amovie buff) and second, it was my father's.As I stood in the foyer of my parents' house catching flies, my mothertook my hand and put her other hand on my shoulder."Isn't she beautiful, Ruby?"I looked at mother with a lot of questions dancing in my head and thenlooked back at my "father". She was doing a model turn and showed me afabulous ass to go along with the rest of her amazing beauty. Shefinally completed her.