"Hey, girl. What's up?" a light-hearted voice picked up."Hey, Liv, I need a favor." Go on?" Liv questioned."The paparazzi keep following me again and ... was wondering if I could come stay with you...again?" she winced, feeling guilty for continually asking her friend for shelter.The other line was quiet for a moment, then Liv started slowly, "...Well, I mean, you know you can stay with me. It's just that-" Really?" Pippa smiled, holding back an excited squeal. It wasn't often she could escape. The class murmured a good morning back to him.“I know that no one is excited by this, so, in the interest of fairness, all names have been placed in here.” He held up the bowl and shook it. “And will be drawn out at random. Please be ready when your name is called.”And so it began. The first student stammered through a speech on the Revolutionary War. Or maybe it was French and Indian war. Hell if I know, I really wasn’t listening. It might not have even been a war. Something about fighting,. Ruchi took us to the bedroom and I pushed her on the bed and opened her legs and placed my head on her inner thighs. With mild kisses, I started moving upwards and reached near her pussy. With my hands, I opened her pussy lips and just kissed her clit. She started to moan.I entered my right index finger slowly in her pussy and took it out and licked it in front of her. She immediately pulled me up and smooched hard. Maya came and lied down near us. I went down and inserted my tongue inside. She was even ready to justify not putting them away until he’d looked through everything and given his approval.“The store clerk, Phillip. He asked me to let down my hair.”“You look incredibly beautiful with your hair down. It’s the difference between ultra conservative and sultry,” James commented sadly.“Was I wrong to take it down, sir?” Mrs. Waxerman asked now almost whispering.Victoria Waxerman felt awful. She wanted her fiancée to scream at her. To call her a slut. To take his belt off and.