They were drawn to me as if I was a magnet, and seemed content to sit under my gaze for hours. I said little. As I told you, I was thinking. But the l...ove waves flowed out of me in undulating ribbons, and seemed to cast a spell over them as they gathered to me. Even the girls—those who didn’t harbor a similar calling in their past and feel jealous, who had never harbored even the ambition of such an occupation—were drawn to me and especially delighted in bringing me lemonade, removing my. Vicky and I look a lot alike except for the fact I wear thick glasses and my hair is a lot longer than hers. I used to wear my hair up in a pony-tail, but recently have taken to swirling it in a comfortable bun at the back of my head. I decided to move on from the pony-tail because my former boyfriend Carl had gotten in the habit of pulling my head back when he was doing "it" to me from behind by grasping my pony-tail and yanking it back and in every direction making me sink a little further. "No, that's OK," I replied."Are you sure, I do have the proof if you think I'm lying," Tracy said."No, I believe you, but thanks though," I replied.I got a raging hard on and it seemed like that story was a magic blue pill for both of us."Well I can see you liked that story," Tracy said as she looked at my cock."Sorry, but that was hot though," I replied as I adjusted my pants."Have you ever done in here before? I've seen you smiling after leaving here before with your sexy lady friends," Tracy. I took a couple of deep breaths and went back into the bathroom and harm’s way. Fortunately, the putrid cloud had dissipated. When I closed the door, I realized there was no way to lock it from the inside, meaning anyone could barge in if someone was quietly using the facilities. I quickly took a cold shower in my skivvies and went back to my room, resolved that my first mission of the day was to clean up the sty and put some sparkle back into it.When I came downstairs, I heard a thump against.