I growl in frustration and tug against the bonds on my arms. Suddenly you leave the bed, leaving me bereft and I snarl, "Damn you, come back here and... finish what you started!" struggling harder to get off the bed and reverse our positions. I hear you leave the room and I sag back into the comforter with a grumble. The microwave tings in the kitchen and I frown under the blindfold. I can't tell what you're doing but I smell you as soon as you come into the room, your strong musk is mixed with. .. "... Your 'intellectually' thought out preferances... "... Your commercially manipulated values... "Will imperil and destroy the 'ease' of your life's dance!"... The entire class was frozen in stunned silence. My mouth was dry as I fidgeted in my seat. He stomped his foot and wagged a finger high above his head!"The unheeded disappointment of your genetic, corporal requirements invariably leads to an unfulfilled, unbalanced, stressful imposition... "A woeful, joyless, self-hateful,. He said, "There's nothing worse than cold oatmeal."Denise ate her oatmeal wondering when Susan had turned into a slut. Before she knew it, she had finished the bowl of oatmeal. She waited for Dale to say the words that she was sure would come next. The last thing she wanted to do was suck him off after he had finished having sex with Susan. A shudder of disgust went through her body at the thought.Dale finished his oatmeal and pushed the bowl away. He sighed and said, "I better get ready to go. Oh my god you never forget that first sweet slit. It was funny because even though we didn't know what to do, I fingered her pussy and she was stroking my cock. We got a little nervous and got dressed, never to speak of it again, until two years later.We were both sophomores in High School and wound up at the same party in a different town. Neither of you knew the other was going. We were 15 at the time and I was with my buddy Tony and Aunt Dee was with her friend Jen. We bumped into each.