In most stories if you have two or more characters, they will meet, they will have sex and it will be fantastic. As a reader I came to find these stan...ardised plotlines exceedingly dull and longed for stories where the climax of the tale was hidden from me for as long as possible. As a person I know that whilst sex can be fantastic, amazing and incomparable but that is not always the case and I was determined to recognise that in The Stalker. Throughout each of the chapters I attempted to keep. You see, math is the 8th period of school for me. This is the final class of the day. This is the class I tend to skip most often because it's when a lot of my older boyfriends want to hook up. I saw my progress report and saw that there was no way I could pass math in time for graduation. There is no way I'm going to summer school for some math class. I'm going to have to convince Mr. B that he should pass me, but how? I've been begging Mr. B for extra credit for weeks now, and he has said. We struck up a little friendship but I haven't seen her lately.Occasionally, I meet up with a friend and we shoot the shit for a while. On this particular day, I saw Arnie's car and another car parked along the end of the road. My dog and I hopped out of the car for our walk. I grabbed my water bottle, my bamboo beach rollup and a towel. As we walked (and he went in for a dip), I noticed a couple swimming and off in the distance, Arnie sitting under his umbrella.As I approached him, he said,. Connie almost certainly hasn’t had a big, fat cock stretching her pussy out for a long time. That’s when I got my wicked idea.I stood up, briefly pulling myself away from her tits and grabbed Connie’s hands, pulling her to her feet, her tits still hanging out over her blouse but in her bra. “Let’s take this upstairs” I say. “Lead the way, Connie”. She hesitates for a minute and looks over at Jay who doesn’t say anything, just playing with his little dick through his pants. Without any.