)Next day in school I found myself a popular k**, every one asking where you went with him. what happen with him, did you talk together?Most of my cla...ss girls become more friendly and interesting on me!After school I run to the same spot he pick my up last time and wait for him and he come and get me againWe become closer; I hanged with him at school and at the club I become a fan of al he likes, favorite music band, perfume, swimming, motor sport all thingsOne day he told me that he going to. Rubbing it… and soaping it… and washing it…”“Washing, what?” I managed to ask.Cassie liked to speak properly, and it wasn’t often she engaged in "dirty talk". She thought it wasn’t lady-like. But I needed to hear her say the actual word.“My bottom, silly! I’m getting my bottom all clean and shiny for you.”“No,” I tried to whisper. “That’s not the word I want to hear.”“What word do you want to hear? It’s just my bottom, my rear-end, my… hiney?”My raging cock was making me a little aggro.“Say it!. They had talked of school and sports on the way down the Jersey Turnpike and had been surprisingly relaxed with each other despite the fact that he was a teacher and she was one of his students and that he was twenty-three and a college grad working on his doctorate while she was seventeen and had never really finished high school.What they had going, unspoken on that cool morning, was sex, an aching desire for sex. He was a man and she was a woman, and they intended to make the most of that. He was giving some thought to carrying even more people than that, but was not sure that the ultralight configuration could work with too much size expansion.That was when the subject of balloons came up. There was no obvious limit to the size of lighter-than-air craft (LTAC), and speed was not an essential factor at this stage. Bill came up with an adhesive mix that would let us laminate sail cloth and plastic film to make a reasonably gas-tight envelope. We could generate all of the hydrogen.