I only went to school to socialize and meet new people. My friends say they love my humor and it always brings a smile to everyone. I’m addicted to ...aking people happy.My boyfriend, Antonio, had moved away since about 3 months ago. He was graduated himself, and he was well on his way to becoming a wealthy man even at his age. The passionate nights and long hours of young, untamed sex always lurked in the back of my mind. The positions were always endless, and new. Antonio had been my first, so. They fidgeted a bit, the boy looking at his father.“Son, it’s okay. He won’t judge. You just have to tell him what’s happening or he can’t help.” The boy nodded, took another sip of chocolate then looked up at me.“I ... I’m being harassed. Online.” It was apparent that there was more than he was saying. After a minute I decided on a way to help him.“Can you show me an example?” He pulled out his tablet and in a few gestures had a popular social network on the screen. He handed it to me. There. .?’ she asked, her voice thick with desire. She gently cupped the side of his face, loving the way his stubble tickled her palm. His eyes, green as ever, penetrated hers. She knew that look well. Her hand slid from his face, went around her back, and carefully untied the apron. He knew it had been her grandmother’s, and by stepping back, he was forcing himself not to literally rip it off her. She always giggled when she recalled the clothes that HAD gone through that fate. With the apron set. "Good." Ted stood up, and his voice became conversational. "Tonight, you're gonna learn all about giving a guy a blow job..." He started undoing his trousers."What?" Claudette leaned back, gaped, and started to back away.SLAP! She never saw it coming, but Ted rocked her. "I TOLD you that you would probably freak..." Claudette was still seeing stars when he re-collected her hair to keep her from moving away. He cranked her head back again. "Are you back with me?" I-- A blow job?" Claudette.