Being a sister of CCL is a badge of honor that identifies any girl as not being just another college grad, but someone who knows how to have fun and l...ves women.That said, the life of CCL hasn’t been a bed of roses. Scandal after scandal, tragedy after tragedy has rocked this sisterhood through the decades. Many things have happened, some of them truly awful… some are known to the media and the world outside, and of course the CCL historian—but some, no one knows about, certainly not the more. "It even cums," she said. "I knew that's what you wanted." The look on his face was priceless. His eyes widened as he was bent over the chairMy lust was throbbing. 'I love me. I want me so.....hard....HARD!!! I love my cock. It is so big and strong!" I could barely keep my love in my cock. I hold the dress and petticoats to my waist and frame my now quivering rod. I spread my stockinged legs as far apart as I can. I imagined that if I were a girl, my vagina would be in full view, hopefully wide. I can’t say I lasted long at all. I drew the covers back to tell her I was going to cum while caressing her hair and face. She looked up at me and continued to suck me off. She gently cupped my balls and deep throated me which of course took me to that point I couldn’t help but start thrusting myself into her mouth. She stopped jerking me off and let me fuck her face. She occasionally had to push on my thighs to stop me banging her head off her shoulders, but she continued to lick my cock as it. Dad worked at the lumber yard and eventually bought it from Mr. Conners. I grew up with sawdust, two by fours and knowing the difference between a two-penny and a four-penny nail. When I graduated from high school I went away to college and majored in business. Late in my freshman year Mom died of a heart attack. I went back home for her funeral. After the burial Dad took me aside and said he wanted me to finish college. He wanted me to go all the way to an MBA. He paid the bills for college,.