I got someone waiting for me,” I said, as I paid her, then left.“She’s got him bad…”~~~As I looked to see where Daisy dragged me the first t...me we met, I thought about how me and my friends talked about girls daily in high school. The questions were: Who would get that pussy? Which girl is a freak? Which girl is a slut? All of this because for the first time they see a g-string up their butt. It’s sad really. But I, on the other hand, I was a geek.I was shy but I had hormones too. I felt for. I feel a trickle of moisture tickle the back inside of my thinner labia lips. A cold droplet has caught on my short silky pubes back between my thighs by my asshole.I guess it'll drip onto my thigh when I reach down to my under-bed drawers.Inside the large white wheeled wooden drawer beneath my bed, there are magazines. Some of them are from the 1950s. Some of them are Japanese. Some of them are illustrated by Beardsly,Kaja Saudek or Crepax. There are soft objects in my drawer. There is a white. Why? Did he want me to?’ Monica shook her head. ‘Please, Remi, just trust me.’ She grabbed my hand and yanked me urgently in the direction of Trent’s apartment. The door was slightly cracked open. ‘Is he in there or what?’ ‘He’s- he’s peeing!’ she hissed. ‘Now come on!’ ‘Great, that’s just great, Monica. I came here to watch Trent pee.’ I rolled my eyes sarcastically. She silently wedged a toe in the door and moved it open so we could get inside his apartment. When we were inside and Trent. Mike, not being the material type let himself be talked into two nice suits and some of the pants, shirts and other outerwear stuff. There was still plenty left to go to charity. Everything was set in the garage for pick up.Dani was surprised to find her father had several pictures of her and her mother on the dresser and nightstand. It was then that she started to understand just how much her father really did love her even though he tried to make it seem like he didn't.Mrs. Lynnette had the.