Do not spread this note to others, or share your experience with others. We have authorized members passing these around, and don't need your help. Or...you ruining the fun.If you would like to have a little bit of fun, join us at the 12th grade boys bathroom at 2:20pm.Your dreams will be fulfilled here.I stared at this note in shock. Me, a nobody, invited to have sex with the popular kids. I could not believe it! If this was a scam, or not, I intend to find out.Part Two: 2:20My god math class is. According to Louise it was just sex not love. "Miles was cool with it," she said there was no reason for either of us to kill him." At least that was the quote from the report.The male cameraman was interviewed while he was still in the area. According to him, he was supposed to meet Miles at the cabin in the gold camp. Unlike Miles he pulled a small camper along. His plan was to commute from the camper parked about two miles away on the fire road. The farmer who owned the land where the gold. I drove another half mile up the road and pulled into a roadside store. I waited about 10 minutes, anxiously watching the road for Lola's car. Finally I spotted her coming in. I got out of the car and waved her over. She rolled down the window and smiled at me."So... what happened," I asked her. "Oh, I got a warning," she said with a smug smile. I shook my head in disbelief. "What did you tell him?" I told him this was my Uncle Louie's car and I was on the way to the lake to meet him. Leaning. Then the thinner set of fingers part my lower lips and starts stroking my clit. This movement is like a little hand job on my clit as if it was a miniature penis. My legs open more for this and my clit is rock hard, pulsing with each stroke. I whimper with the need that is building in me. The stroking motion is firm and perfect, and I buck a little as my hunger grows.The rich-voiced guy speaks out loud saying “make a selection” and I hear sounds from your direction. I become present again.