Mom had told me which refrigerator was ours, and where our food basket was, so we fixed bowls of cereal.Gunny Kershaw entered the clubhouse a few minu...es later and set a stack of newspapers on one of the tables. His skin was leathery from the sun, and he looked stooped with age, but his eyes brightened when he saw me.“Why, it’s young Mister Paul,” he said.Trip and I stood together.“Hi, Gunny,” I said. “It’s good to see you.” I shook his hand and introduced Trip.“Pleased to meet you, sir,” Trip. She pictured herself with him and began to get herself a little worked up. Her face flushed and she became moist. She slowly slipped one finger, then two, into her slit, and gradually moved them in and out while massaging her clit with her thumb. It felt nice, but it wasn't building to anything.After a while of enjoying herself idly she realized some time had past and she should get back to work or she'd be late. She took a few more small swigs and put away the bottle exactly where it had been.. He was a pretty good student, who tried his best to pass all his classes, but could never get himself a girlfriend.School was to start at seven-twenty like always, and he was never tardy for class, but this morning seemed different; it was definitely going to be one of those days.As he quickly pulled on his shirt, he tied his shoes as fast as he could, and headed out the door. School was at least five miles away, and his bike had been stolen the previous night, so he had no other choice but to. ‘One blink for yes, two blinks for no,’ he instructed. Clara gave a prolonged blink and continued to glare at him. ‘Wow!’ Her tormentor was now beaming with amusement, which quickly faded as a thought occurred to him. ‘Hey wait a minute… I didn’t use up one of my wishes by telling you to shut up did I?’ Clara blinked twice in succession, to the young man’s relief. ‘Oh man, this is so fucking cool!’ He looked Clara over again, while pondering various ways to test her obedience. Eventually he.