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My routine was shattered and I paced the room, wracking my brain over out how they could have known I have been there. Did they have access to my GPS? Maybe this was all just a stupid prank? I was quick to fire off another message and demands answers, but it too had failed to send like the last time. With an annoyed growl I did the next best thing and blocked the number, it was all I could think to do before I had to attend my classes. To say I was a little on edge for the rest of the day would have been an understatement, I had an issue with overthinking things. I was stuck on the idea someone could have been stalking me, but for what possible reason, I couldn't even fathom. I was constantly looking about for anyone suspicious, though I had no idea what I would even do if I discovered them. Yet, no one really stood out to me and my phone was dead silent once the number was blocked. The rest of the day passed on just like any other, I had survived another day in college and made my way back to my dorm. I opened the door and walked into my conjoined living room and kitchen separated by a small island countertop. I had just one chair tucked in close to it and I hung my pack off the back of it. All that anxious energy had bled away and left me utterly drained from it. My bed was calling for me, it was time for a well-deserved nap. I flopped into the bed with a groan, not even bothering to take off my clothes or get under the sheets, my mind had quickly drifted away from reality. Then I was rudely jolted by a vibration against my thigh by my phone still tucked in my pants pocket. I cursed and dug it out of my pants to check what had interrupted me, and my heart dropped into my stomach. It was that damned number my phone was supposed to be blocking! All my anxiety surged right back into the front, my breathing hastened in pace, eyes gazing wide at the small notification like it was this looming threat. I couldn't bear to open it then and had simply stuffed my phone under my mattress and buried my face into my pillow. After restlessly tossing and turning, at some point sleep came for me and I had escaped from my worries. I was woken by the alarm, the next day. It wasn't a fucking nap, I had hibernated for sixteen damned hours! Worse yet, I felt lethargic and some part of me just wanted to go back to sleep. Still, I teen had to drag my ass out of bed and get ready for another day. Instead of getting ready I had pulled my phone from the purgatory Hardcore of my mattress but refused to even glance at the screen. I was so down and out that I had walked out the door in the same clothes I wore yesterday, after all, who the fuck do I have to look good for anyway? I walked down the sidewalk towards the campus, it was a short four-kilometer jaunt to get asian there. The fresh air was the balm I needed to wake me up and clear up my head, finally rousing fully to the world. Out of causal reflex, I had pulled out my phone to check the time, only to quickly realize japanese my error. There were three more messages from my stalker waiting for me. I stopped dead in my tracks, I could tell they were sending them quicker and I felt my skin break out in goosebumps from not just the realization, but how precise the times were. Each message had come at half the time from the other, the next one I could expect during class. Still, I couldn't look at them, I was just too much of a coward to check and stuffed my phone into my bag. Suddenly my walk was more than brisk, wondering if I was being watched right then, always looking at my surroundings. When I had gotten to school, I felt a small measure of calm there, feeling safe in public. I tried my best to focus on the lectures, though this was more a defensive tactic to keep my mind distracted in my classes. It wasn't working, I kept peering at the clock, knowing the next message was going to come soon. It during lunch when my phone went off again and just as I had predicted it was perfectly paced right down to the second. This had me thinking it must be some kind of machine and I blew out this sigh it had to be some kind of program and not a person. She licked and lapped at me, teasing me. I groaned as the pleasure surged through me. She fluttered her tongue up and down my folds, giving me such delight. He said japanese to me, "You're my baby's mama, baby girl, it ain't over. I shuddered. Unfortunately the only place close by that I could work on the spells without risk of discovery was within the tunnels of the labyrinth. She had several horse tracks, a recording studio, a pharmacy group, and a trucking company. I was just calling to thank you for tonight. Suddenly they heard sound boat approaching asian to shore. You are between sets? And was wise to not ask. I liked it, too,” I said to him, as he collapsed beside me. She gently squeezed the spongy head on each upstroke. “Only these;” and Liz help up a bottle of suntan lotion and 2 towels. It was teen good business sense. His ability to suppress it slipping away, walks in front of his 14 year old daughter. "Fine." It was rapidly driving her toward a second orgasm. We got up out of bed and I took him to the bathroom, and he walked up to the toilet to pee. My body trembled with excitement. “Are you sure about this?” "Oh god!" I thought it over and was looking in the mirror at her and she kept giving me a pleading look to let him drive. Hardcore Brad comes close and lays down on his back next to me. “Markus, let’s do it!” he says and smiles. It had me gasping, moaning.