.....Strange thing is that Marcia actually sort of disliked Marc for standingin her way when it came to being as perfect a girl as she could be.Withou...t the voice in her head that kept her from embracing her girlhoodcompletely she could have so much more fun. So as soon as mothershandiwork was done and i was looking at the real Marcia-me again(and ilooked unbelievable, mother had me looking like a young fiftiesmoviestar), i decided to tell her about Marc's ministrations to sabotageour plans for. He's agreed to go to the prom with you." Jennifer got scared. Rachael told her everything, and she knew that Rachael frequently went to parties with Richard, where all the girls and boys mixed it up. Jennifer thought it was marvelous and the stories always made her cunt cream wildly, but she didn't want to be part of such a scene, and she certainly didn't want to get fucked for the sake of a dance -- not after she had promised her mother, and not when she had her brother to fulfill her sexual. Breaks from school would consist of seeing him, well, as much as you can see someone when you're getting fucked in the backseat of a civic. That missing piece got larger, I was in a sex only relationship. I knew it was kind of the agreement, but it didn't help much. Something was still missing and I felt lost from it. I knew from friends that went to the same college as him that he was messing around with other girls. I truly didn't care, I had my own stints on more than one occasion. As long. Youre so wet, Miss Mason, and Ive barely even touched you. Im…sorry, Professor Williams, sir. I could feel him smile, and then say, No need to be sorry… as he gently glided one of his long fingers through my clitoris. I unconsciously let out a small gasp. His finger, lapped up with my juices and glistening, reached out in front of me. Look how wet you are. He placed the wet finger in his mouth, as I heard the smacking sound of it coming out of his lips. Mmm…thats delicious, Miss Mason. Turn.