Alyson Whitecloud is one of those people. All of her life she had developed faster than others around her. Walking at six months old, talking at 12 mo...ths. Alyson never had any friends; her parents, being wealthy, had her tutored until time for her to start school. However school was just not up to par for her. Her intellect and early tutoring put her so far ahead of the other students that her parents decided to continue to homeschool her.She had finished her primary education courses by the. There wasn't. All there were were two delightful breasts.She said "Can I help you?" again in this strained kind of voice.I looked back up at her face to realize that I had just gotten caught staring at her boobs. I sighed. I had quite possibly destroyed any chance I had of engaging the reasonably long-term assistance of a nice looking woman who probably knew everything in the world."Um ... ahh..." I stammered, trying desperately to dredge up the fumes of my empty suave and debonair tank. "I. I know you’re a nice guy and you wouldn’t do such things with your ex’s sister. But I liked you from the day my sister introduced you. I liked you so much but couldn’t tell you because you were my sisters boyfriend. It would look cheap if i told you back then. Since now you broke with my sister, I told it off. I want to marry you but I cannot, because it looks awkward if i marry my sisters ex-boyfriend. That’s why I want to fullfil my urges with you and forget you.In every guy’s life, chahe woh. But first I really needed to piss. I went up the stairs found the restroom, I always used a stall if one was open, closed the door behind me pulled out my dick and started pissing. I was looking around reading the graffiti mostly about sucking dick. There was more on one side of the stall with an arrow pointing to a hole in the wall, something written about putting your dick through the hole to get it sucked. Now that got my attention, a minute or so after I went into the middle stall a guy.