"Why?" What about for ninth grade?" Spanish I and French I." I'll take those."The principal frowned. "You're planning on taking Latin at college. You'...e also taking German. Four languages are too hard." Spanish and French are Romance languages, derived from Latin. I'm sure I can handle them."The principal shrugged. "Okay. I'll give you one quarter. If you do okay, you can stay in them. Just remember, you'll be in class with ninth graders."That was how it started. By the end of the quarter, I. I embraced her and kissed her on her cheeks and mouth. She responded well. It was my turn to lick her cunt. Making her keep her one foot on the commode and open the cunt lips with her fingers I licked her cunt and clit. She was moaning and with her hand pressed my head into her cunt. She reached her orgasm and it went on and on. Afterwards we both stood in embraced condition under the shower and finished our bath. She wiped my body dry with the towel and I did it to her. I got into a new. We got to the restaurant early and sat in the lounge area at a high top table. Autumn sat on one of the high top chairs and sat facing the bar area and her dress hiked up just enough to give the guys sitting at the bar an eyeful. I didn’t know if they could see her smooth pussy and swollen labia or not. Either way it was enough to give me a partial erection so I kept my legs crossed.We watched for, (We’ll call him Mark) to arrive and we soon spotted him asking the hostess, we assumed about us.. He had almost forgotten that feeling. He threw the covers off and jumped out of bed, bounding over to the mirror across the room. Was there a trace of black at his temples? He ran his fingers over his skull, and there seemed to be the beginning of a stubble, a shadow of growth. And his face didn't look so gaunt -- his skin actually looked pink.It was working.Was it a dream? No, there was the blue ankh on the inside of his wrist. He remembered the pain when the old tattooist etched it there last.