Jennie leaned close to me.“She’s looked at his picture almost every day for the past year! I think she has a crush on him!”“Going for the youn...er guys? Just like her mom?”She made a face, but Kent was using the bathroom so I felt safe teasing her since he wouldn’t hear my comment.“Shush!” she said with a grin.“Matthew! Hi!” Chelsea exclaimed.“Hi!” he said.“I’m Chelsea? Remember?”“You visited last year!”“Yes. You’re cute!” she said.What happened next had me stunned. Chelsea hugged him and kissed. As it turned out, neither one of them was much of a breakfast eater. We sat there, mostly in silence and drank coffee.After a little while Terrill said, "I'm going to have to get you to drop me off at the house when you go shopping. My old man wants me to do some shit this afternoon."Nathan nodded and then we were quiet again. I was relieved that Terrill was leaving. It may have been that Nathan was just breaking me in slow, but it seemed to me that he was worse when Terrill was around.Nathan. Drake ground me down harder making me almost yell with pleasure. ‘Drake,’ I tried to wiggle my way out his grip. This wasn’t right, I’m not a slut. Drake slid a hand between us and into my knickers. His rough finger pressed firmly onto my clit and rubbed fiercely. I practically howled and buried my face into his muscular shoulder. Drake took my hand, tiny compared to his, and forced it into his trousers to touch his dick. ‘Yes,’ he hissed when my hand rubbed along its length. . Anyway, it’s not a weekend, the preseason isn’t real football, and I’d much rather eat and drink.”“Me too, son. Me too. What are we drinking, anyway?”“Don’t you want to guess?”“Oh hell no. You and Kathryn keep having your fun, and I’ll keep stealing an extra glass while your eyes are closed and your backs are turned. I’ll be satisfied with you telling me what it is.”As Sunday made all too clear, his hyperactive brain’s automatic translation of innocuous sentences into either innuendo or pointed.
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