.Ms. Horneyhead continues as we drive away, "Yes, Jasmine is going into a very nice hospital room while you are going into a place where many young gi...ls learn to regret the day they were born. And what she said to me that caused you to laugh must not have been nice."I reply, "Ms. Whorehead, I have been through and seen more in my fifteen years than you would ever dream of. If you had lived half my life you would still be having nightmares. There is no place that you can put me that will be. Soon it was engulfed by her scarlet lips, and I could tell she was not a novice at this art. Lovingly she tongued and sucked my cock as if she were starving and could not get enough to keep her alive. The feeling was exquisite. No one (not even Elaine, in my dreams) had made me feel this good.Her musk was permeating the room. I knew I would have her soon. As she worked on me, I grabbed her hips and pulled her around. I kissed my way down from her navel to her blonde fur. I found I could. Our 3rd year student advisors told us to go to the charity store and find ourselves a formal dress, the uglier the better. I scoured the racks all over the small rural city, but all I could find to fit me was a tight Japanese style gown slit up to the thigh on one side. It was a little tight across my 10D bust, but I cut the neckline down, thus making my ample fun bags squeeze over the top in a becoming way. For shoes we wore our Blundstone boots, but seeing as how I was from the coast, I had. Love it or leave it.I complain and resist anything that smacks of authority and play the big tough loner act, even when it pushes away old friends and prevents me from making new ones. I have to do things my own way ... not the 'right' way or even the BMA way. We don't even need to discuss my phobias about privacy and security.In short, I'm a slightly undersized pismire badly compensating for my various insecurities by far too often shooting off my own pie hole when smarter folks would shut up.