She is a few inches shorter than you are. She has golden blonde hair that flows down to her mid-back. Her breasts are a tad small for your tastes, but... nonetheless still perfect. The only problem is that she will never be yours. You had just gone up to her at her locker and asked her to go on a date with you. She declined, saying “Really? You? Ha, yeah right.” Nearly every day when you arrive at your high school, of which you and Mary are seniors, you see her. Things haven’t been going all that. Let's just say that no one else was up when Pete made his way to his lab.He had concluded that he would need to know the subject's weight within ten pounds plus or minus. Megan was obsessive about her weight and kept a journal of daily weigh-ins. Since she kept the journal in the same drawer as her panties he knew her weight exactly (he hadn't stolen any more panties, but he did like to paw through the drawer, feeling the soft smooth garments while thinking about them having been in such close. My mother would never allow it.” Maybe my voice or my face was giving me away. “You don’t have to go, Sarah. If it’s too much for you, we don’t mind.” Sheila offered me the out. “Absolutely,” Barry threw in. “We’d love to have you and I’m sure you’ll enjoy it, but you really need to face it without any reservations. Well, without too many, anyway.” They laughed it off. “Oh, no. I’ll be okay.”What could I say? 'Sheila, I’ve intentionally shown this man my pussy!' No, I was going to have to eat. " I expected nothing less," said Steph as she replaced her glasses and found her place in her book.I didn't fuck Eloise's ass that night. It was on the fourth night. The next morning we went to Pisa and I blew over a thousand pounds on her, mostly on clothes and perfume. We became inseparable and fucked everywhere and anywhere. By the end of the holiday, I was hopelessly in love. When everyone else flew home, we flew to Rome for three nights alone. It was hard going back to work but we met up.