"Yes, it was, Saff. Thanks."Matt smiled and mumbled. "I would've remembered."Saff patted his hand and said, as she rolled her eyes. "Of course, you...ould've. That's a great dress, Kelly. Really smart." Thank you, Saff. I feel like a balloon."Matt came over and gave me a kiss. "You're a beautiful balloon, O.M."I laughed. "Beautiful is good. Balloon is not. For futurereference."I left them to their homework and sat down on the sofa. I was tooexcited to read, so I watched a video that. I fell into a similar category, but I never resented this; to my way of thinking that’s just the way it was. No, it was my lot to follow my male forebears into some kind of manual labour which required only a strong back and innate common-sense, not some fancy school certificate. Thus it was until 1940 when my immediate presence was requested by the Government of His Majesty, King George VI.If truth be told, I went willingly: it wasn’t just my sense of patriotism, but rather perhaps that. I walked for sometime like that while deciding what to do next, checked on my mobile and it was around 11.30 at night and I had no hurry or mood to go back to my room. I decided to play a whore and look for some nasty fuck and the taboo of getting fucked by some roadside truck driver or any cheap cock made me want them more..I was literally drugged with the thoughts of being a cheap whore…ahhhhhhhh..that was some feeling I can’t express in words!! I walked back like that to my clothes where I. If it doesn't work out, then we'll have a month together forChristmas." You know Matt, you might be a real keeper," Corey said and came over tome. "Are you finished studying?" My damn head is about to explode," I replied. "Studying any longerwouldn't be much help. I'm done." Well... I could sure use some of your loving for the rest of the night,"Corey said in a sexy provocative tone."Since this is it until Saturday, I might be able to supply your hot asswith lots of loving," I said and got up..