?It?s a date.??A date or a date-date???A date-date.? Not exactly true, but my heart was telling my brain maybeif we said it, it would be. True. Rea...ity.?Oh my god,? Mom squealed, sounding a lot like both Emily and Sarah atthe same time.My face felt like a volcano. I popped a sweat. My own mom was gushingabout my love life. She asked me who it was, and I told her about Tamarawith as little detail as possible. Just, ?She?s new. She has the lockernext to mine. Actually, I?m not sure it?s. I rested my head back on his stomach. I held his cock in my hand as it went soft.We curled up, idly watching the movie. I wriggled, and got us both a drink. I curled up next to him, the characters on TV were an hour ahead of where we'd seen. We flicked back through. He'd tucked himself back into his pants. I rested my hand high up on his thigh. He kissed me gently but firmly. Pressing his lips against mine, massaging my tongue with his. He leaned forward, kissing my neck and whispered "You're. It never took me a great effort to distance myself from my partners, to keep the separation between even the most exciting, passionate sex and romantic attachment, but looking at the pure happiness I was bringing to him as we orgasmed once more together, I think I might have come as close I ever did to falling in love, if only for a few moments.I realized once that there was something deeply metaphorical about what he was doing here, and I mentioned this to him. If sperm was symbolic of the. Once he was on all-fours, 'branded' and collared, and with a blue plastic strip in his ear lobe to proclaim him a functioning male, I gave him the usual warning, about trying to stand. There was a different procedure in taking him to his sty. Rebecca, who'd been lurking in readiness just outside the doorway, darted in and stooped to clip the end of the short, thin chain she carried to his nose-ring. He grunted angrily, and made to back away, but she rapped him hard on the side of his head with.