I’d like an appointment with Dr. Mansfield. I had an episode recently and need a referral; only I’m unsure whether I require a psychiatrist or neu...ologist. I …”She giggled, always a pleasant experience when dealing with a busy clinic. “The doctor will need to hear your explanation, but I won’t do it justice over the phone. How serious do you think it is?”“I’m not sure, but it might be significant if I suffered a minor stroke and am only now realizing it.”“If you had a stroke, you should head to. This is a spin-off from ‘Nandhini, My Slutty College Senior.’Finally, the day of graduation came for my sexy senior slut. It was the last day that I’d be able to meet her post which the holidays were planned. I picked her up from her home in the morning, and we rode off to get her graduation dress. She hugged me tight on the way to the shop. I purposefully hit the brakes to feel her melons. Guys, that feeling is so amazing when those soft, bouncy cushions hit your back. She never used to wear a. I loved looking at their bras and panties, and remembering the moment of the kill. I tried to wait a little while to let things die down, but it was hard. Then, I saw a new girl around. She looked to be around 14, and was pretty. She had shoulder length brown hair, and a slim body. Again, the fact that most of the town bordered on the woods helped. I had another couple of pairs of toy handcuffs, and another rag. I followed her home a couple of times and found that she lived where I knew. It was becoming a sick little game of his as he went about his day, imagining the various places he and Armisen could fuck. Maybe after hours in the jacuzzi. Maybe go to town in the elevator. Or maybe right here, in front of everybody, out in the hotel lobby--“Carson,” Clarissa snapped. “You’re doing it again.”He blinked. “What?”“I can tell you’re fantasizing about Mr. Armisen,” she said smugly.“Who wouldn’t?” Caron said dreamily. “He’s a certified stud.”“He’s also certified straight,” she.