They wanted a relationship. Michael only dreamedand when in bed playing with himself fantasized of having dates withgirls. He received many calls fr...m girls asking him to come over, buthe realized they didn't want him as a boy friend, but merely to helpthem with their homework. The few times he tried it, most of the timethey talked about boys and clothes, and Michael would feel unfulfilledwhen he came back home. He and his mother, often talked about "why?"and found that they could not come. He was just letting me know he liked me.”Brock’s eyes almost popped out of his head.“Are you out of your fucking mind?” he said a lot louder than he’d meant to. “Of course he would have, um, made you. He had his tiny little pecker out and was forcing your head toward it. When, exactly, do you think Wes would have stopped from raping you if I hadn’t shown up?”Suddenly the hallway was deathly silent and half the eyes turned toward Brock. The other half turned toward Wes Mansfield who was standing. For me. It’ll be a Christmas present for both of us.”“Will you touch me right now?” she begs, and Mat complies. He pulls off her pants and moves his hand around her little bikini underwear, the skin of his fingers against her wet cunt. She sits on the counter moaning, legs spread, aching for release already. Mat plays with her but makes no move to accelerate his ministration, teasing her. When she can’t take it anymore she reaches down and unfastens his pants, grabbing his insanely hard dick. “He did all of this himself.”“Well, you killed one of the porkers,” he said, pointing to the hanging pork.Her voice softened as she said, “We make a good team,” but she didn’t kiss him in front of the others.“Now, where’s this infamous column room we’ve heard so much about?” Whitworth broke in to ask.Raising her voice a little so everyone could hear, Jasmine spoke primarily to the General. “There, on the other side of the hanging meat where you see the crack running down the wall,” she said,.