I lick my lips again and his eyes catch. Moving towards my ear, he whispers, “I insist.” I can feel his breath on my neck as he waits for my respo...se, not moving an inch. I swallow. I wish I were swallowing his cum. Jesus, focus here!“That’s very kind of you…”“Liam.”“Liam.” I love his name on my lips. “But, I’d rather not.”“Bullshit,” he calls out. I love this banter. It’s infuriating and hot as hell.“How so?” I implore.He grabs the tip of my braid, rolling it in between his fingers, grazing my. They must have done that when I passed out, so that when I awoke. I could reconnect with my sister, and keep my switches powerful. That didn't explain why Summer seemed to be enjoying herself, though.My sister must have seen the confused look on my face, and correctly interpreted it. "Harana is scooping your cum out of me," she informed me. "You came a lot, and she is trying to get it out, but it feels good, too. She is about to...uhh, get me off."Just as Summer started to convulse on top of. "Actually Brad hadn't even heard the band playing until Vivian had suggested they dance. He took her by her elbow and led her to the dance floor. He reached out and took her right hand into his; put an arm around her back, and keeping a decent distance between the two of them he led her around the dance floor. "I have to tell you Vivian you look absolutely spectacular in that dress." Well thank you. You look to be quite the gentleman yourself, in you tux I mean."They had barely danced for a. I was hunched over slightly against the wind, and my hair was blowing over my face. Once I heard those words, there wasn’t much difference between the cold I felt inside and the physical cold that was all around me. Sitting on someone’s desk is a seventy-seven page document outlining everything that is deemed important. Reports from psychologists, police, statements, events, and legal jargon. Seventy-seven pages all because of one lie. Seventy-seven pages that contain hole-y information..