"Why?" What about for ninth grade?" Spanish I and French I." I'll take those."The principal frowned. "You're planning on taking Latin at college. You'...re also taking German. Four languages are too hard." Spanish and French are Romance languages, derived from Latin. I'm sure I can handle them."The principal shrugged. "Okay. I'll give you one quarter. If you do okay, you can stay in them. Just remember, you'll be in class with ninth graders."That was how it started. By the end of the quarter, I. . woman, all mixed together. Some was crusted in his pubic hair and some was definitely on his cock. I inhaled, closed my eyes and lowered my mouth to him. It was rank. I knew that on one level. Deeper, though, I knew I wanted to do this and more. I lifted his erect cock and lowered my mouth over it very slowly; teasingly.He moaned and groaned as I licked him and sucked his velvet prick. In my mind I was reveling at my boldness. I don't know what was making me so horny, but I began really. I really felt bad for Susan since her mother had cut off all contact when Susan took up with Zen. Breaking up with Zen hadn’t healed the rift.“I will help you,” Mom said. “What do you plan to cook?” In those few words, she made it clear that ‘help’ didn’t include planning the event or doing the cooking. We weren’t the world’s top chefs—especially when compared to the fabulous meal Mavis had prepared—but we weren’t incompetent. Since our little party would sort of celebrate the start of the new. When she performed, she put everything she had into it. The emotions she conveyed with her voice, her expressions, even the way she carried herself, spoke volumes. I found myself watching her not just because I was so infatuated with her but also because of how well she played her part. I was fooling around with acting. It was a hobby for me. For Jill, it really was a passion. She was good - good enough to turn professional.As our rehearsals progressed and opening night approached (though still.