In Kinesiology from California State University in Chico.I felt stupid for a minute, then rapidly pulled up Dictionary.com and looked up 'kinesiology'...Right on, degree in being a fitness nut. Sounds like me, without the degree part.Me: Sweet.A silence rolled in. An awkward silence. I'm not one to feel awkward.Me: So why are you just now talking to me after—A response appeared before I could finish my thought.Jack: You're probably wondering about why I'm even talking to you… Yeah, It's awkward. Graham has tested it twice and come back unscathed, and Crystal wants to use it to go back in time to a point a few weeks before her birth in 1968. Crystal wants to get a sense of what her mother’s environment was like at the time of her birth. Her mother, Monica, was a scared 15-year-old when she had Crystal, and she grew to be a bitter woman who was constantly at odds with her daughter. Crystal wants some answers in hopes of perhaps bridging the gap between her and her mother. So she goes. " "Will you be my dirty bitch?" "Oh wow... I'd do anything for you." With that one sentence, he ripped my tank top open, literally. He grabbed at my cleavage and tore it down the front, exposing my sports bra. He slid it off my shoulders and forcefully took my bra off. He started sucking and bitting my tits, nibbling at the sides of my boobs near my arm pits sending shivers down my spine. I started to lift off his wife beater and he grabbed the sides and raised it up. His chest had short dark. Ain't nothing wrong with that, right? Especially when I also know how to work it. And I'm not just talking about my 8 1/2 inch manhood but also about my lips, tongue and fingers. Yeah I'm proud of my ability to satisfy women and as long as I'm full of myself and know how to do it, as long you'll be pleased and that's just in your interest too, isn't it?So you see, I might be your kind of guy or maybe I'm not, but I can guarantee you that once you have been touched by my cock, you'll be.