I needed to get my gift for Mitch Jackson. I found the perfect gift in one of the T-shirt shops on College Avenue. I bought him two T-shirts. The firs... one had a big green clover on it and it said, 'I'm not Irish, but I hope to get lucky tonight.' The second one said, 'Got Beer?' They were perfect for Mitch. He enjoyed his beer on Saturday nights almost as much as I did.On the way back I stopped at the bookstore and got books for my next semester. My expenses set a new record for me - $610.77.. Samantha was staring at me now. She leaned back in the chair. "Did you know about this?" she asked Lauren. "No, not until they showed me the finished page. Which I sent to Jake," Lauren smiled. "I sent it to the Advertising team, and they sent it to the home office where it got approved," Jake said. "So no one in this room apart from... " Samantha said as she looked at me. "What is your name?" "Kevin," I smiled. She smiled and nodded. "Not from state farm?" "No, I am not," I laughed. "Good, I. Are they really?”“Yes and I’d rather be without, than to be seen with soiled and torn undergarments.”Sister Agatha agreed, “I would too,” reaching under her robe to rip her torn and tattered underwear from her body – throwing the soiled garment to the trail behind them.“I’m glad you did that, I was embarrassed for you.”“This is not what I expected. I thought you said you were irritated by the horse hair?”“I was at first, then I became stimulated.”“Sister Aldee! My Lord—you are so profane!”“Are. I next grabbed her long dirty blonde hair, yanked her head back and smacked her ass good, all of which seemed to arouse her even more.“Fuck me!” she screamed.Then the squishing began, because that was the constant sound her ever so soaked and sopping wet pussy made as I plunged in and out of her tight peach. She had a tight grip on the bed sheets with each of her hands and within a few minutes she had completely pulled the sheets from their tucked in position underneath the mattress.I swatted.