"So it's a win-win situation, I get better grades, and you know if you're right?" she asks."Yes, that's basically it. So, make your choice, do you wan... to help me, or not?" I ask"Ofcourse I want to! But where will these private lessons be?" Charlene wonders. "I can go to your house, or you can come to my house, whatever you'd prefer." I answer"Well, I got a brother, and he usually turns his music very loud, making it harder for me to concentrate, so I'd prefer at your place, sir?" "Then it's at. The words, ‘you missed a but’ dashed any hopes for that, she opened her legs slightly, working her hand in-between her thighs, working the gel into the skin, trying so, so hard to not touch herself in a sexual manner, but of course, failing, hoping that her wetness was due to the gel, and not anything else.‘Make sure you wash everywhere, don’t want any bits missed’At the instructions, she worked some of her gelled up fingers inside her lips, moving them back and forth inside herself, as she did. "John and I said goodbye and hung up. I had to sit and contemplate the state of those who think we should keep asking someone to give up while they are shooting at us. This was not smart. You can't lie about it because there is always that one person at an incident that will be for the underdog and will make a louder noise than everyone else. Oh well, I have holes all over my body because I kept warning people.The evening at Dewey's was pleasant. I did get my good Gibson out and played a lot of. I had to look twice to believe my eyes, I had never in my life seen Ashley like this. She was wearing a sheer, white lace top that had a plunging neckline in the front. It came down to her hips, it barely covered the waist line of a matching pair of white laced panties. I must have had a “what the hell is going on” look on my face. She placed one knee on my bed, one hand on my shoulder and leaned down, her face a few inches from my ear.“Don’t say anything Brian, not a word. This will never.