I left my last home and drove out of the subdivision. When I was a few miles from the grocery store, I pulled over and put a wig on that I had bought ... few years ago. It was very good quality and you couldn't tell that it wasn't my natural hair. I pulled into the parking lot and watched the baggers taking orders out. I noticed that 3 of them were very handsome and the women were hitting on them and they flirting right back.I went inside and looked around, I noticed that many of the bag boys. 'it's just me today I will have a look at you and see if you are worth offering to my friends slut, now come closer stand between my legs'I moved closer my face red as his eyes looked me up and down his hands reaching for my tits groping them hard.'mmmm lift your top up slut show me you bra'Hands shaking I lifted it up leaving it folded above my cleavage as he reached up grabbing at my tits, sliding his fingers into the cups he pulled them down my bare tits falling out hanging over the pulled. >>>>>>We fucked and made love almost every day. After all, we were on a mission—to, as Amy had said--knock her up. Then one day I came home to find a gift on the entry hallway table. It was gaily wrapped with a fancy bow. A label on top said, “To Ronnie, With Love, From Amy.” I was understandably curious so I walked into the living room to find Amy sitting quietly on the couch. After giving her a quick kiss, I asked, “What’s the occasion? I know it’s not my birthday.”“Just open it. . As he looked at the clearly shaken boy, Professor Sanderson had to struggle to keep from smiling as he delivered the coup de grace. “Quiet frankly, Mr. Malone, if I were you, I’d seriously reconsider whether I wanted to continue to pursue a college career. After all, not everyone is cut-out for higher education. To be honest, Mr. Malone, I doubt if you have it in you to successfully complete my course.”As he had intended, this final judgment had a shattering effect on Maxwell Malone. He sat.