It's actually not a bad school over all. In fact it's a lot better than my old school. That place was a real dump! The problem is that it doesn't have...night classes so I'm stuck going to school during the day.I wish my parents had moved to Cloverdale rather than Westfelt. Their high school has night classes. But if they had, they would have had to commute an hour and a half each way rather than the fifteen minute drive they have now. Actually Westfelt is a pretty nice town from what I've seen. I had a picture in my head of them both wearing school uniform while I fucked them both, it was all I needed, I shot what come I had left deep into Jayne. “Stop, stop girls I cannot take any more of this, your going to wear me down to nothing” We all lay sprawled over Jayne’s bed, I was exhausted, all I really wanted to do was sleep. When Jayne lifted herself off me a whole load of juices ran out of her. The girls got to work, licking and sucking it all away. I must have fallen asleep, as it. He suddenly seemed flustered. “The guys…well, all I can say is I like hanging out with you more.” “Why’s that?” “Well, uhm…the guys can get stupid sometimes. You make loads more sense than they do. Trust me.” William took Peter’s reply as a sign that the older boy was dismissing the topic. He just went back to sipping his milkshake in awkwardness. Peter sensed the sudden tension and said, “Besides, you’re a cool younger bro.” He raised his fist expectantly. “And you’re a cool older bro!”. Only a routine mammogram had found it. A double mastectomy along with radiation and chemo treatments did little to stop the progress.When the prognosis came to us that it was only a matter of time, she decided to have treatments stopped so she could enjoy the rest of her time remaining not feeling the effects of the medical exercise in futility. We laughed, we loved, we cried, we ranted at God for allowing this to happen.But we were blessed with one final Christmas together.A few days into.