A 3.0 was the very least I was hoping for considering that I didn’t even have a major chosen. The year would have felt as an accomplishment at least... With that bad news I dragged myself to the dorm. After a shower I pulled out a book and laid right in bed. My roommate wasn’t there as always and was probably out at a party or on a date or something. She liked to brag about how much she had gotten laid all year and here I was, still a virgin. Reading helped me relax. I could escape to other. She gave his winkle, as they’d called it for years, a wet wipe grinning at the life size colour image she had pasted on the inside of the bedroom door, patting a kiss on the photographed penis of the then sixty eight year old Cyril Windebank. She had taken the shot ten years back, posing his well tanned upright body, in his beloved sweet pea glasshouse, naked, half hard winkle erection, which she had helped to pump up, advising Cyril, that semi-erect would make a better photo and to add some. I told gran to continue as it wouldn't be weird, she continued, Sam entered the room and he walked up to me and started to kiss me and rub my tits, his hand wandered to my pussy and it was soaking wet, he opened my lips and rubbed my clit making me shudder. he told me to sit in the chair and undo his trousers, she said I opened his belt undid his button and unleashed his thick black cock, it was on the slack and it was unreal, cut, thick, and long. his trousers fell to the floor and I put his. Make a bite of breakfast, and then maybe go outfor a stroll at the mall." Girls and shopping. I guess they go together." Sexist," she laughed, and mentally sent him a raspberry. ."But its true. I never liked the mall, and you cant seem to get enoughof it." I just enjoy getting out. I was pretty cooped up for a long time, youknow." Sorry. You scared me, made me think I was going insane when I wasntworried I'd go to Hell for letting you out." I know. We hurt each other a lot in those days. And.