"Selma dear," she began, "I will have theporterhouse, medium-rare with chips, side order of mushrooms and a largestrawberry thickshake. A-thank you!" ... stared wide-eyed at myfreeloading, supposedly famished friend."Hungry are we?" I asked her, wondering how that much food was going tofit in such a small girl."Ravenous." She smiled as if she was very happy with herself."Just a small Chicken Alfredo for me and a glass of apple juice."Selma scribbled on her piece of paper and walked into the. ”I started to buck my hips, trying to fuck his mouth, and when I told him I was going to cum. He stopped sucking my cock and concentrated on stroking me, as I continued to buck my hips and then cum shot on my stomach. He continued to slowly stroked my cock as cum spilled out onto my stomach. It felt good and looking down at the cum on my stomach, John said, “Yea, that’s it.” I could see his hand and my cock was covered with cum and as John eventually stopped, he gently ran his fingers through. "Seconds passed before she spoke. "Leave your clubs at home. I want you to record something sexy to put me to sleep at night. Will you write it or should I?" I'll write it," I offered in a whisper that made Kelley gasp."Don't forget your swimsuit," she said in a raspy voice as she hung up.What would I record? I had often used my old standby: The Sick Child, and had even whispered it to Shirley. But I needed something romantic. We were at the end of the second quarter and with finals I didn't. . are you alright, Oliver?" Sure, Frank." Are you sure?" Frank asked, getting a little closer to provide himself with a better inspection. "Were you sick or something?"Oliver cocked his head, like it might help him understand the question better. The corner of his mouth turned up in amusement. "I don't remember, Frank. Why wouldn't I be okay?" You don't remember?"Oliver shrugged as his gaze shifted from Frank's. He moved further into the room, and for a moment, Frank worried that he was going.