I think we’ve given her a mission. I go over there next weekend for a fitting. She also wanted to work out what we could bring for Thanksgiving. She...��ll roast a turkey and Connie is bringing her sausage and cornbread dressing. I said I could bake a pecan pie.”“Do you have a recipe?” he asked.“You know how I am with recipes. If I tried to follow a recipe, the results would be ... I don’t know what, but nothing resembling a pecan pie. This is one in my repertoire. My mom taught me how and once I. English, Pre-calculus, AP Computer Science, Lunch, Gym,Physics, Modern Programming, and Band. I have a strong feeling this iswhat my schedule looked like my senior year too. I committed my homeroomroom number to memory and put everything back in my backpack.I'm not going to lie. I was pretty nervous. And excited at the samething. Grad school was almost 8 years ago for me, but that wasn't nearlyas angst inducing as High School can be. But there's something excitingabout changing up the routine.. She continued. “I suppose I should explain. Honestly, I was not opposed to what they had promised for the evening, I was looking forward to a bit of rough handling with my sex, and I figured three was a good number ... you know, no waiting? Airtight? Anyways, I was all in when they mentioned sharing some ex and cocaine. I figured that with the marching powder we could party all night. But after we got here they started getting out of hand with something else. Once I was secured they began. He pressed her into the wall, his body thrusting against her with a fury born of lust and forbidden pleasures. Every stroke left him wanting more and knowing that it wouldn’t be enough. Every friction filled thrust pulled him closer to the ecstasy he knew she would give him. Kaylee clung to him, he could feel her hands on his back. He knew she was close as well for her whimpers and crries had turned to moans and begging pleadings for more. Her eyes were tightly closed, her mouth open clinging.