I really enjoyed my time at school. The classes, the people, the parties. School life was just great and I had fun. I'm an outgoing person and I make ...ew friends easily. But because of that I also have problems preparing for my tests at school. At the library I constantly meet people I know and have a chat and a coffee with them. After a few days went by like this and I didn't really make much progress in my preparations, I decided to change my strategy. It was spring and the weather was. Hey guys and girls I am boasting too much and killing your valuable time, so come straight to the topic. I have been lucky in getting female to fuck around. I have fucked many girls and ladies so I am writing one of the actual happening with me and not the story. I feel you all will really love to read it. Presently I am 40 years old, so many encounters in life. I am narrating not the first one because that took place when I was still teenager. This story is about my maternal aunt and me. She. Street urchins had no morals or principles. Just as they also had no homes or parents.What was now apparent to Olive was that it wasn't safe for her to stay here.Although she'd not even begun recovering from her ordeal, Olive struggled to her feet and squeezed her pale blue-bruised frame into her torn tee-shirt and denim shorts and retrieved the battered old cheap plastic handbag that the fuckers had so considerately left with her. It still had all the stuff that a woman always needed that no. The party was mostly all couples, but it seemed like half the women I talked to had a single friend they wanted me to meet. I took the phone numbers politely, said "thank you," and hoped that Gabriel wouldn't mind that a decent portion of the wrapping paper was missing from one of his gifts.I didn't really plan on calling any of the women, and I didn't want to meet any of their single friends. Everyone else seemed to make a bigger deal out of it than I did. I'd had one steady girlfriend or.