I carefullywalked over to the drawer and opened it up to find the cutlets that I hadworn the night before. I snuggled them into my corset and decided ...hat itwas time to walk out into the bedroom. I almost stumbled a few times but got used to taking smaller steps. I gotinto the bedroom and the place was lit with candles and she was laying onthe bed playing with a dildo."Do you feel better my slutty little panty boy now that you are allshaven and clean?" she said with a snicker, as she pulled her. WORN OUT FROM ALL THAT HOT MAKE-UP SEX WITH CHARLOTTE?I looked up. Geraldine Meskaleck was grinning at me from the next row over. I smiled at her. I shrugged. She wrote another note and passed it to a friend, who passed it to me.I'M HAPPY FOR YOU GUYS. BUT DAMMIT I WAS HOPING YOU MIGHT GO OUT WITH ME ONCE YOU GOT OVER HER.I wrote a reply: If you be nice to her, she might share.And she answered: SLOPPY SECONDS AIN'T MY STYLE. IF I HAVE YOU I WANT YOU ALL TO MYSELF.I wasn't sure if that was. “You’re going to fall,” Mia worried. “Don’t fall.” “I won’t fall,” he replied as he placed his ankle over hers. He slipped his hand between her legs. “Shit. Bastard,” she moaned as she returned the favor. “Wait.” They heard car doors slam. “Dammit!” Jon jumped off while Mia pulled her shirt back down. She didn’t have time to clasp her bra. Daughter Jennifer and son-in-law Mitch walked in. “How were the kids?” she asked. “Oh, they were great, no problems.” She kept her back away from their. I layed there a moment, securing my breathing some before drifting into REM.I raised hours later at 6 a.m. to my alarm clock squaking at me. I was about to hit the snooze button before I realized I had school today. Shit, I'm exhausted! I somehow managed to pull my lifeless body from my bed and walked over to my closet. I felt the now cold cum of the self pleasure from hours before gush down my legs. I apparently hadn't slept very long. Looking down at the girlish mess I had made, I decided.