Sophia sat there as he passed out the rest of the quizzes, staring down at her desk, saying to herself, "I will not cry. I will not cry." She cried fa... too often lately, she thought. She used to be able to shrug this stuff off. She felt everything much more than she used to. It was sometimes annoying-this was one of those times.The bell rang, and the class flew out-it was the last period of the day-but Sophia didn't trust herself to stand, yet. She sat there, trying to control herself, hoping. With long hair I was five foot five and 125 pounds sopping wet if I was lucky. Living in the city and going to such a large high school I don't think there was a single girl in my class who actually knew my name. Several times a year, usually vacations from school, my parents would drop me off at my aunt and uncle's house. They lived on a farm outside a small rural town about four hours from the city, and just as I would go to their house to visit occasionally Damu would also come stay with us. "You know my rule," she said reminding him, though I of course had no idea what that was."Yeah, I know ... you prefer watching it squirt on you, but that also means that next time..." Next time, maybe," Stacy said butting in. "We'll see if there will even be a next time," she stated easily. "It depends on how much you give me this time," she then added obviously toying with him.I stood there peeking through the hole in the fence reasonably sure they wouldn't even know I was there, provided I. As soon as she's over the edge I pull it out and do some artwork of my own all over her freckled chest and her bright pink nipples that look like pencil erasers. Once that's done she's no fun any more and she wraps up and scats out in an impolite hurry. I show Christine the photos I develop in the darkroom and she wants to keep a couple to masturbate to. Naked Sorority girls are a fantasy of hers."The ones NOT with my dick in them?" Actually... your dick looks pretty good splitting that cunt.