She smiled, strode over to where I was sitting and offered her hand "Yes, and you must be Mr. 'Rain'" and we shook hands. "Call me 'Gentle' - 'Mr" m...akes me feel like a schoolteacher." She just smiled, and said "Happy to meet you", and letting go of my hands, said "Let me put some things away", picking up her bags and headed up the stairs. I offered to help, but she said "No, I've got it" and I watched her, appreciatively, as she headed up the stairs.My daughter hadn't really said much about. His dominant chuckle replaced it. His chin damp and dripping from where he had just feasted.“I never said you could come like that, Little One. No, no, no. You’ve got my cock hard and aching to get inside you. Dripping to get that wetness all over it.”He lifted her off her feet before laying her gently on the top of the desk.“Now I’m going to fill that hungry pussy with my big, thick cock.”She watched in awe as he slowly unzipped the front of his pants, the zipper straining over the enormous. Ollie shut his locker, so I didn’t get to dissect the pin-up further. No, I was not in the company of a supermodel in a bikini, I was in a locker room with my football team. It was time for practice. There’s nothing like getting through a week of school just to go back Saturday and get slammed around a little more. I yawned and followed the guys into the next room, wondering if Red would keep her promise. At least she couldn’t bother me here. But I couldn’t sleep here either. The blackboard. " Fine." I agreed."So, Tom, what do you do?" I design mobile phone apps." Is that a proper job?" She laughed."Believe it or not, yes. So what do you do?" I asked with obvious sarcasm."I'm a student, doing a PhD in English Literature." At Manchester University?" No, Kings in London, I'm up here for a conference." She lied convincingly."How do you like our city?" It's okay, I haven't seen much of it yet."She carried on inventing a back story while I tried to poke holes in it, but she was always.