"Ooh Stevie, what does that tell you?" she asked in a soft, teasing voice."As if you didn't know, you minx," I replied, "I think I'm about to test my ...heory that you are so hot that my cock is likely to melt."She whimpered then moved away from me, grabbing my hand and pulling it down to her mound. I stroked across her lips—they were swollen and moist with her juices."Stevie," she gasped, "I want you so much. Please don't keep me waiting too long."I swept her into my arms and deposited her on. Probably wouldn't he'd love it wouldn't he...pig"Lesley's heart was in her boots...."no....best ignore him...hhes a nasty old mm man" fuck.....can this day get any worse! "We should all go in his room...turn round....bend over....lift our dresses up and flash our bare arses at him...heehee, give the old bastard a heart attack." Haha..yes, and Mcpervert too...heehee. He's just as bad...I fucking hate him as much...and I've only just met him!" Lesley added. "Yes I know....think he's got designs. “Good evening, Reader Michael,” Tasha said when walked over to me.“Good evening, Natalya Vasilyevna.”“Will you speak with me?”“You’re the one who sent me away and told me not to call you,” I said doing my best to keep my voice neutral.“I was very upset with what you told me.”“I understand that. But not speaking is not the way to build a good relationship.”I was sure of that, because if there was one thing ‘wrong’ with my parents’ marriage, it was that my dad often simply disappeared and didn’t. “Good, wanting help, that’s the first step.”“Alright, what’s going on in here!” A male voice bellowed.“Someone is sick,” Amber mentioned.“Okay, everyone clear out!” The room emptied in a hurry except for Brad’s friends and Carrie.Brad recognized the voice of Mr. Erickson. “What’s going on here?” He asked, seeing Scott’s haggard appearance. “I smell booze. You’ve been drinking, Warren?”“It’s cough medicine and other stuff, Sir. Scott told me he has the flu,” Brad motioned with a little nod for.