The thought of curling up togetheron your loveseat with a bottle of wine is sounding nice right now. I wantto bury my fingers in your long, silky hair..." She paused for a moment."It's still long, isn't it?" Yes," I retorted. I reached around my back just to be sure."Good. I never know what it's going to look like from day to day. I bracemyself every day, knowing it could be the day that you decide you want ashort, pixie cut." Ha, ha," I said. The thought of snuggling with Jessica was growing. It was Friday morning. Her first and only class of the day started in an hour, a math class she had to take as part of her courses. She detested math and the Professor who taught it, an old woman who talked in a low whisper but would yell if anyone asked her to speak up. Barking at people that if they wanted to learn they had to sit up front, then would turn around and quietly talk to the board again, going through endless calculations without good explanations. Constance started her coffee pot. She had me kiss her, not passionately but 'sweet and gentle', as she said.After some minutes of this, her kisses started becoming more fervent, as if she was getting hungry for more. Breaking off briefly, she whispered, "Fuck me, Kurt. I want your cock in my pussy, I'm so ready for you. Fuck me now."I was a little surprised to hear the crude words she was saying but I kissed her burgundy lips with my own, now more eagerly, as I pushed forward with my prick which had grown hard again. I felt it. Besides," I laughed, "I guess that kind of makes us even, huh?"Robbie sighed in relief. "Thanks, Bill. I didn't know how you would react, but I had to tell you. It only happened a couple of times, because Tammie was terrified you might find out. Just so you know, though, one time she told me she wished it was you, and not me." Now, that I can work with!," I said, and we hugged. Robbie and I had always been close, and I think that moment made us closer.That night after I got home I texted Mom to.