Susanrambled on about unimportant stuff. Restaurants, taxi drivers,boyfriends. She didn't say much about the college or the people here,except to make fun of the people around her.Cheri paged through the menus on her glasses. She selected, *highlightuseful information.* It would notify her if a conversation around hertouched on any of the subjects cheri was interested in. It also pickedout signs, like the one to admissions.The line started moving. Cheri shuffled along with the other freshmen.Her glasses took note of a drone hovering above the crowd. Cheri glancedup. The drone had its cameras focused on her. Cheri waved and said, "hi,mom."The drone hovered above cheri, just out of reach.Susan asked, "is that yours?"Cheri shook her head."It seems to like you."Cheri shrugged."Oh, shit," susan said. "Dingleberry and skidmark. Beth-ann, stay awayfrom those two. Bad news. Unless you need a tutor."Beth-ann looked over to where susan had pointed. "Dingleberry? Skidmark?" I went to high. It wasn’t until late that night, the darkness providing enough cover for my shame, that I told him how scared I was, and he held me and rocked me and told me how much he loved me.And that’s how I got here—my ass in the air, my cheek resting against the cool sheet, two bottles of K-Y on the bed and Jack kneeling behind me, his cock slick and aimed toward a place I never would have believed I could let him enter.“Wait, wait, wait!” My hands pressed his thighs, my eyes closed tight. The head of his cock positioned right there. I was tense and couldn’t seem to let go.“It’s ok, baby.” He just rubbed me there, a familiar feeling. I let myself relax a little, enjoying the feel of his KY-slick fingers stroking my tender flesh.“Ok, ok.” I arched my back, taking a deep breath. I felt him press the head of his cock there again. The tip of him was easy at first as it met my soft, puckered opening, but then his engorged flesh stiffened and strengthened, coming up against a tight band of.
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