At first, I could not believe I let my friends talk me into going to our high school reunion. High s

At first, I could not believe I let my friends talk me into going to our high school reunion. High school was the worse; being the nerdy President of the chess club, I wasn’t very popular. I especially wasn’t compared to the 6’ 1" blonde hair, blue-eyed 36D cupped head cheerleader Sophia. At the moment, none of that matters; the world has changed, and so have I. Look at it now; after several hours of conversation, I got her to leave her date and come back to my hotel room. There she is, strip teasing herself for me. Once she is done that, I’m going to make her crawl over to me and beg to pleasure me. By the end of the night, she is going to regret that she had ignored me all four years of high school. The pleasure and torture plan I have swirling in my head, she will never forget this night and want so much more. Too bad come the morning I’m leaving and not going to take her with me. -- source link

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