She was cute, and stuff, but I didn't mind, because I loved her, then my fake fairy-tale flew away, when I saw two of my Sam. 'What?' I thought to mys...lf then I remembered… Melanie. I always thought she was just a story, but then I saw her. Sorry, I saw two of Sam, and I didn't know which one was the real one.*Sam's POV*Gibby just called me to meet him at Groovy Smoothie. I was confused, he couldn't be that much of an idiot. He knew that I was in Los Angeles. Then he told me… That freaking. “What’s interesting is that we all have common interests that override our specialties. But, there’s one thing for sure - we can almost always find someone who has the knowledge to explain things that are outside of our own training.”“What are your plans for today?” Jessica asked.“Well, karate, and avoiding Angelique,” I chuckled. “But otherwise, I have the afternoon free. It’s Guys’ Night tonight. What are you girls doing?”“We haven’t decided yet,” Kara said. “We were talking about seeing Lean. She raised her head to kiss him and his tongue plunged into her mouth and she sucked on it. As they kissed his cock grew in her hand and her ass was palmed by his.She pulled her mouth off of his and said, “I want some more of this,” and squeezed his turgid thickness.He lifted her ass and rolled her on top of him. He put two fingers in her mouth and she sucked on them, then with his hands on her hips he lifted her and she pointed the tip of his cock at her open gash. She lowered onto it and felt. Down on the field a group of younger women were involved in some ball game or other. In their black kilts and tight white sweaters there was only one group that they could belong to, New Opportunity, the youth conscription organisation that all girls joined between the ages of eighteen and twenty one. Two of their mentors, girls barely a year or two older, were dressed in the same white sweaters but wearing black track suit trousers. They were watching as the girls passed a ball between.