Yet, here I am. Truth is stranger than fiction.All things considered, I'll miss Hopkins. I'll miss the friends I made here. I'll definitely miss the g...rad student lifestyle, especially on Monday mornings. However, I won't miss being a grad student, if that makes any sense at all.I suspect that many of you know how difficult it is to put on a mask every day before leaving the house and keep it on--no matter how it chafes--until you go home at night. I had to put on my grad student mask--the one. Its yours to do with as you please whenever you want it. Come take your son, mom. Come to you own flesh and blood and do whatever you want."Like a prowling leopard, Jennifer bent over and crawled onto the bed, crawling over her son's legs until her face was close enough to his cock to smell his musk. She momentarily looked up, looking over the rim of her glasses into her son's eyes. The look she exchanged with Mark was a mixed one. A look that betrayed not only the lust they were feeling for. She leaned back into me as I undid the braid and I could feel the warmth of her body as she rested against me. It almost seemed as if I could feel both of our heartbeats at the same time, going the same pace. I felt lightheaded and ended up leaning my head back against the tree for a few minutes as I enjoyed the feeling. The next morning we had an unexpected assembly. The principal, a very stern nun of about seventy years, scolded the girls about appropriate conduct on the school grounds.. " But Mom... I've lost Bobby," she sobbed.Her mother put a finger under her chin, and lifted her face to hers. She brought her lips to Sammy's cheeks, and gently kissed away the tears that were flowing from her eyes."Oh god, Mom! Is Bobby... there... with you?"As Sammy stared into her eyes, her mother's face seemed to melt away, to be replaced by an image of a large boulder, surrounded by trees. The view was from below the boulder, and it appeared larger than any other rocks visible on the.