The librarian even came over and shushed us.After that, we got started on the project for real. We managed to come up with some rough plot outlines by...the end of the day. We're going to have the main character do The Program because their parents made them, be initially hesitant, but get used to it and fall in love by the end of the week. We still have to flesh out the characters and figure out the setting.Today in class we had everyone give an update on their project and get feedback from the. Cynthia’s cunt clenched and dark lust swirled deep in the pit of her belly, the word Sir ricocheted around her skull, teasing and haunting her with the possibilities. She felt the slumbering animal shift and stir; waking and stretching under her skin. Lust and Sin drove her now. She moaned softly, arching and stretching as she thrust her breast forward, grazing the aching buds against his pulsating cock. This was what she craved, letting go and allowing her inner needs free reign. “Sir,” she. She had blushed like hell when the dancer's tits rubbed against hers and when the dancer had kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear and she might have been embarrassed at the start, but she had loved it. She was a different person when we left the Strip and climbed on the bus to head off to the next strip club. She was a little looser with the guys and even exchanged a wisecrack or two with them. As soon as we were on the bus everyone got a beer from the coolers (except Chris of course) and we. .....but hope was renewed when she added a moment later that they had broken up and that it has been a few months since she's had another boyfriend. I was in a state of great conflict and could not sort out if this was lust or love. I knew nothing of this girl. She was over a decade younger than myself and I had no real connection to her generation. I am a bit of retro throw back in my tastes in culture and what modern culture had to offer was not appealing to me. But I do believe opposites can.