He went through months learning methods and researching each one beyond just the site he was on making sure he did not waste effort learning what was ...seless. He contemplated using different sources unsure if learning more from others would ruin his progress. He began taking secret classes on his scroll the last he wanted was knowledge of his efforts known it could ruin his window of opportunity or at worst gives his friends more ammo to laugh at.He has put in the time, effort, secrecy,. More than once, one of the co-eds would glance at me, startled, then scurry away as if they'd gotten caught checking me out.This was going to be fun.***Two hot blondes reclined side-by-side on the hospital bed in various states of undress, their bright blue eyes flashing in the fluorescent white lights. One's hair fell in golden curls, the other sleek and straight. Blouses had to be opened and skirts hiked up to the waist to accommodate the electrodes and other sensors. Mrs. Robinson, clad in a. I grab her hips and hold on tight as I slam my 7" cock in and out of her tight dripping pussy. As I’m rocking Mom’s world she lets out a soft moan and her voice soon starts cracking as pent up sexual desires build inside the soft sexy body of hers. Liz soon forgets that she’s fucking her son, and all she cares about is the hard cock slamming into her neglected pussy and the feeling of hot breath on the back of her neck. I pull Mom off the dresser, and push her down on the bed as I climb between. " "I've chosen the new Weather Station album. I'm surprised. You've never cared much for folk music. Deflated and gutless, I think you called it once." "The soft tones are now calming and weirdly provoking. I guess a lot changes in five years. For one, I get really nostalgic more often. Maybe it's homesickness but I long for the good old days when things seemed less complicated. The ‘D’ was a good place to be. Sullen and cruel sometimes but always full of promise and hope at the same time.".