On it was my class schedule, my locker number, and its lock combination. Thankfully – thankfully – we were assigned new lockers each school year a... St. James. That had not been the case at Fairfield the first time around. It was my locker that I was now scoping the halls for.After a long search (there appeared to be no rhyme or reason to the locker numbers, they were scattered in groups all over the school), I finally located it. I continued to exchange hellos with strangers I'd never laid eyes. It was like time slowed down, but within a couple seconds, his dick was right in front of my face. I kept my arms at my sides, opened my mouth and he immediately pushed himself all the way in. I felt the thick rubbery head go past my lips and then the shaft with all its ridges and veins until my nose was bumping his shaved pubic area. This is where I wanted to be. I just held still there for a moment, gently using my tongue on the underside of his cock, feeling it grow harder in my mouth, and. I took to taking long walks in the middle of the night. I stopped eating. I stopped lifting. I considered suicide. My friends from back East reached out to me on Facebook, but I shut everyone out, including Drew and Derek. They found out what happened somehow, and called and texted, but I heard nothing, read nothing, and felt nothing. The anguish that assaulted me was devastating, and I don't think I would have made it if it hadn't been for Babs.I had always liked my step-mother but I never. Inside the package, Cassie found an odd assortment of Valentine’s Day goodies… some romantic, some naughty, some just downright strange. She dug around the contents of the box, trying to find a note that would explain all of the items and who was the mysterious giver, however, there was no note to be found. Cassie was barely able to fight the effects of the sleeping pill she had taken at this point in time, so she grabbed the sexy lingerie and the chocolate body paint and headed back up to.