“It’s exquisite isn’t it my dear Debbie,” Grace Timmons purred. The light touch of Grace’s fingernails on Debbie Pearson’s thick 1 inch nipple had left Debbie gasping and a trickle of pussy juice running down her thigh. “I have so much to show you this afternoon,” Grace purred on as the fingernails on the other…
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Chemistry
I’d eyed him before in class, surreptitiously, looking away sharply when it seemed he would catch me at it. He was fascinating to me, physically. His shoulder-length, curly hair put me in mind of an Argentinean football player, and he gave the illusion of being tall, somehow, though I’d seen him in a crowd and…