And my friend Sarah says that I have what she calls "blowjob lips"—nice full ones, made extra sensuous by the glistening cherry-red lipstick I often...wore. In high school you would have thought of me as the "all-American girl". No one—and I mean no one—would have thought that I would become the school slut by grade twelve. I used to wear long—and I mean long—skirts. Big, baggy blouses and sometimes—when I was feeling particularly studious—thick horned-rimmed glasses. I was pretty back then,. If she wants you to see it, it’s her business. I’ll be talking to her, and I’ll ask her to make sure she got the letter. Don’t tell Mom about this, it will just cause problems. Thank you.Love, CarlingThat was the easy part. The tough letter was next.Dear Suzie, I am very sorry about what happened to the scarf you made me. I am sure it was very nice, and I know you put a lot of time into it. I would have been happy to wear it if I had gotten it, and if you ever have a chance, I would love. He was slowlystroking it with his hand. I salivated looking at it andinstinctively lowered my face until my ruby lips had wrapped aroundhis cock.I loved the mixed flavor of man and woman. I gave it a fastidioustongue bath. Andy wanted something more however; he pulled my face>from his prick and up to his mouth. He kissed me passionately, whichsurprised me judging from where my mouth just was. The kiss was hotbut gentle and loving. "You want some of that too? Just like your girlfriend,". "But I don't!" I scream-whispered back at her."Trust me, you'll love it. I'll even teach you a bit!" she replied with aconfident grin.Later in the class, after Ms Bruce had allowed each of us the play on thekeyboards for the rest of the lesson, she came to our table and quitejoyfully said "So you three girls all play instruments?" Pops and Ash happily explained that both were learning to play the piano,whilst Ash was also learning to play guitar. When Ms Bruce turned to me,I had to lie and say.