She sees me and says, “My tympanic membranes informed me you and Ms. Blaine have reconciled. I am thankful for this because Mira was not correct for...you.”I ask, “Ira what are you doing here?”She smiles and answers, “I was making sure no one, especially Stacy Summers, tried to attack you during your reconciliation.”It finally registers on my mind what Ira said about Mira so I ask, “Why wouldn’t Mira be correct for me?”Ira replies, “Mr. Blaine, Mira simply wanted you because you did not want her.. ” she stated, very matter of factly.“Hey guys, I am Brian Stevens, I grew up here in this town, went to your high school, I now live in San Diego.” I added.“Hey, I think I heard of you.” said one of the guys.I had to laugh at their naivety, it was fun being young with no worries. Just about that time, the waitress showed up to take the order.“Order whatever you want, I am paying guys. Go all out.” I offered them.They immediately ordered three large pizza’s with everything, then soft drinks for. Another glob of futa cum caught on her blonde pubes before plopping over the drain. “Those girls, I swear.” She grinned, wiggling her wrinkled, pruney pink toe in the white stickiness. “I wonder if this is Valerie or Molly.” A mischievous delight growled in her belly as she pondered. Carrying the semen of three girls made her feel delightfully dirty. Daphne was well on her way to her first orgasm. She needed quality time with her futa classmates—one feisty ginger in particular.Mallory Wright’s. "When you are up to it, I'll give you a piece. That's a combat ration and it redefines 'doggy chow.' Hunger spices up almost anything."Ashley perched on the edge of the table, one foot in my lap."I love Manny, bu sometimes..." Ashley switched subjects. "I didn't know what I was getting into when I volunteered for this mission." Me, neither," I added. "It was just a simple security system upgrade. I completed the upgrade ahead of schedule because Minister Sunday basically had decent estate.