.. Monty suggested that I go home and relax so he could sort the shit out ... I was still fuming and wanting to beat the asshole into a pulp ... I wen... to the school secretary, smiled at her (she was a lovely lady with a really beautiful daughter), dumped my books on her counter and said, “I am out of here” ... She stopped me and asked where I was going and I just told her that I was finished with school and had no intention of ever even visiting this institution again...Now what does a 17 year. His palms flatten against the smooth leather as his mind wanders from the radio to his own thoughts of what lay ahead for the eve. It was nine weeks ago that they were both speakers at the conference. Days filled with seminars and lectures and evenings filled with networking opportunities all in the name of professional growth. He was introduced to Jenny at a vendor reception on the last night. From the moment they met he imagined what it would be to have time with her. His fascination. My story, if you want to know the truth of it. I think I’ve got the beginning down, maybe even the middle, but it’s the end that’s got me stumped. And I’ve been sitting here all night thinking about where this story’s headed, but right now I’m clueless. Actually, I think the last chapter got underway yesterday, but if I start there you’ll be more clueless that yours truly, so let me take the snap and drop back in the pocket, hit the rewind button and see if I can get this straight. A while ago,. Shit, he saw everything. Probably even saw my bald coochie. His dick is really sticking out. I wonder if it’s like those car mirrors, objects in mirror are closer than the appear. I think giggling. I discretely run my finger to my middle aged pussy. I know it’s going to be wet before I even touch it. My compression pants created a camel toe that teased me all day. Fingering my pussy while I watch my son shower; My god what a perv I am. My pussy is so wet! Seeing that Brad is finishing up I.