1. Do Not believe your Eyes


    Date: 8/26/2015, Categories: Fetish, Group Sex, Hardcore, Author: kinghut, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Do Not Believe your Eyes. Not all Plane Jane's are Plane Unattractive The high school I attended only had about 200 students. In our first year, there were three of us named Charlie. One, everyone called Car, because he was the only freshman to have his own car. They dubbed me Lee for some reason, and the third, we all called DS for dip shit, but someone told him it meant Distinguished Student, and he believed it, so we never told him any difference. All through high school, I held a B average. Not a brain, nor a dummy either. I had very good relations with the boys in my class, but was not too well liked by the girls. Most of them looked for either the sports guys, or the ones that had &#034hansom&#034 faces. I was kind of a plane looking guy, not ugly, but not hansom either. One girl, Ann, lived somewhere near me, and once in a while she would go out with me, but no more that once every two or three months. Even then, she would meet me at the local hamburger joint, and that is where I would leave her. She would wait until I was out of sight before she would leave for home. When I asked her about it, she would say that was the rule her dad made her promise to follow. Ann was not a &#034beautiful girl&#034, but nice looking, however the clothing she wore made her appear to be a real modest person, no hint of cleavage, and her skirts were well below the knees. I occasionally went out with other girls, but they would very seldom date me more than once in a semester. I just ...
    was not a jock, nor a great looking guy. When there was a party, the girls that went with me, were the leftovers. This made a real relationship hard to develop. The last semester of our senior year, our science teacher gave us an assignment for a paper to write, however we had to work in pairs, one girl and one boy. Then she assigned the pairs. For some reason, I never understood, she paired me with Ann. During class time we would go to the library to do research. After two weeks of this we were told that we could continue research at class time, but that the paper would have to be written outside of school, as it had to be typewritten, and the school did not have enough typewriters. I asked Ann if she was allowed to come to my house, citing that I had never been allowed to go to hers. She answered, &#034let me talk to mom tonight and I will call you and let you know that she decides.&#034 That evening the phone rang, and mom answered. Then she yelled up to me &#034Charlie, it is for you.&#034 I answered the phone, and a voice said, &#034This Janet, Ann's mother. Is it possible for you to come here for dinner tomorrow night? If so, we can discuss this project that the two of you have.&#034 &#034Hold on a minute, and I will ask mom,&#034 I laid the phone down, and started down to talk to mom, and met her coming up the stairs. Mom said, &#034tell her it is all right.&#034 &#034Mom! You listened in?&#034 She just shushed me and said go. I picked the phone back up and said, ...
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