My jock body, which I'd been so proud of, was now his own private fucktoy, and he fed me steroids and growth hormones til I became and even bigger dum...ber looking gym freak. The physics teacher wouldn't even let me in class, shouting I stank of ballsweat and was too dumb for class when I entered. He insisted I get private tutoring with him if I was to pass. His idea of physics in private was like Mr Jones - how hard can you get hit in the nads without puking, what weight can you lift with your. Well I wasted no time at all placing my hands under her sweatshirt, to find her fine tits all bare I played with her nipple rings some and asked "can I pull up you shirt?" she looked around and seeing it was evening time and dark she just nodded. there in front of me were a pair of 38 D's that defied gravity she sat straight up to pull her shirt up her back and those tits did not sag a ½ inch from their level position she then put the seat back and allowed me to play. AND PLAY I did. I was. I don’t remember putting up a particularly strong defence. It wasn’t long before Ginny and I were feeling quite “buzzed”, I think is the word. Again, she quite easily convinced me that we should stop feeling so sorry for ourselves (She was in the midst of some boy drama as well. Not only was she having trouble with her then-boyfriend Dean, but she was getting some odd signals from Harry that only served to confound her further), leave the bedroom, and sneak about the castle to reach the Room of. So I said coffee sounded good to me and crawled into the passenger seat of her old Plymouth.God, but that was great coffee. Black with a little sugar and still nice and hot. We talked about the weather, and school, and then the forest around us. She said, a bit shyly at first, that she loved the woods and felt a sense of reverence when surrounded by a forest of tall trees. They were the perfect church, the holiest of sanctuaries. As she spoke, her eyes seemed to sparkle. Those once blue lips.