Shannon lay on the bed next to me, leaving the gel cock buried in my wet cunt, and started gently sucking and licking at my erect nipples.The vibe was...still buzzing loudly on the bed and I found the control and shut it off while he continued nursing at my sensitive titties, hishand wrapped around his thick shaft, giving it an occasional squeeze. With my fingers in his hair I tipped his head back and moved down to kiss him. The taste of my pussy was still on his lips and beard and I kissed him. Thank God the rings are prime! It won’t be too bad. Wish me luck.”Fatimatook a second to compose herself before speaking. She was feeling completely bewildered. “Aggie, before I ask you what the heck you two are talking about, are you in a safe location?”“Apologies, Fatima. I will explain myself. And yeah, I’m safe enough I guess. I’m sitting in a lounge room on the twelfth level in one of the perimeter rooms. I’ll explain what that means in a moment. The exterior walls of perimeter rooms have. I also signed up for the live training, where a driving instructor would come out to the house after school, and I would get behind the wheel of his car.This part actually wasn’t a requirement; you simply had to state you had ten hours behind the wheel. Dad washed his hands of it though. I couldn’t blame him. When Parker went for his permit, I did the first tour of duty in the car and was scared half to death, even though we were barely breaking 20 on deserted country roads. I crawled out of. I hope I threw out enough technical terms to make it sound real enough. Happy reading...On The BandwagonBy Jennifer WhiteChris was a guitarist, and had played since grade school. He had been in one band after the other, but none of them ever "made it". So to supplement the income from his weekend "bar band", he started teaching.One of his students was Donna. She played the bass guitar, and was a quick learner. She enjoyed the lessons, every Tuesday and Thursday with Chris. She learned a lot,.