Tonight there would be no errands. Tim knew he had to decide what to do with himself before he finished his coffee; otherwise there would be a long em...ty space in this diner, another chain of cigarettes, more tunes on the juke box. When "Rockin' Robin" came on for the fourth time, Tim had had enough. He jumped up, slammed his money on the counter, yelled "keep the change" and ran out the door, nearly colliding with the crazy newsboy.Once out on the street, Tim's pace slowed. The lights of. "I'm a more empirical type of person than a philosophical one I guess." Well I like you just the way you are Princess," I said as we headed out. "We have a one o'clock appointment with the department spokeswoman and the NCAA exert at the arena, so we better go have some lunch and get all of the receipts at home." Ok, I have them all ready to go, and we can make a copy of the two checks after you sign them," Steph informed me.We quickly drove home and had some soup and sandwiches and then got. Some call me a nerd, though I don't wear glasses or carry the pencil and pen variety pack in my pocket. I'm not physically adept. Sports hold no interest for me. My one strong suit was my intellect. I applied that intellect to winning her heart. I wrote her anonymous love sonnets, put a white rose in her locker everyday after spying her using her combination, and wrote her passionate declarations of my love. It took three months for me to expose my identity to her, three more to get her to go. Curling up. Feeling the rough, wet patch of your G spot. You moan when my fingers first press against it. I decide now is the time. I want you to fucking cum for me. I want you to fucking cum all over my fucking hands. Right here in this room. With everyone watching… I pick up the pace to a furious tempo. My fingers rubbing strong and fast against your clit. My fingers pressing deeper and deeper into your pussy. My fingers fucking you faster and faster… I feel your pussy squeezing my fingers so.