That masseuse was something, huh?" God, yeah. She loosened me up so much, and that handjob she gave me...ooowee!" Yeah, missy," Tracy giggled as she p...lled onto the interstate. "I had a good time at my massage too, especially when the masseuse pulled out his, um, back massager."Miss K and Tracy both broke out laughing at that remark. "What? You mean those vibrators that supposedly aren't?" Yeah, and he was good, too!"Miss K smiled, then said, "to paraphrase the immortal words of the great. Her raven hair glinted in the airport halogens, her dark eyes glinting. I’d nearly gotten lost in those eyes once before, over Chinese takeout and terrible sci-fi movies. Her figure had finished filling out, large (for her size) breasts that looked deliciously firm, and that I only dreamed of testing the theory, the perfect ass that screamed to be smacked, the long legs that she diligently kept shaven. She dropped her carryon at our feet and threw her arms around me. Yeah, just about as firm. It was Kayla with her pictures. Kayla knew it. He opened them.“Anyways, Kayla, I’ll just say this. You’re beautiful. So beautiful. To me and many others. Believe it or not. I still want to ask you: do you really want to fuck yourself over a hustle and a senior who’s leaving anyway? I’m just asking you to think about it,” Ted said.Kayla put her head down in sadness and disappointment. Ted was about to walk away when Kayla said...“Hold up, Teddy. I’m sorry if I disappointed you. How about. Brandon had shown his ability and leadership. I quickly looked around the room. There wasn't one person that I could tell that had a problem with this. The sophomore and juniors we all applauding loudly, knowing that Brandon was indeed the best of their classes. Brandon stood up to accept the assignment. He extended his hand to Tom and me. I couldn't take just a handshake and pulled him close and hugged him tight. To my surprise, Tom wrapped his arms around both of us and pulled us close. The.