We left the next day after the dance." The very word "funeral" gave me a twinge in the crotch."I'm sorry. I'm glad you called. Funerals can be taxing....She had no idea. "They can leave you drained. I called because I liked dancing with you and I think there is a place downtown where underage people can dance." Yeah, it's called the Paper Moon. I think it's open Friday and Saturday." Could we go Friday?" Yes! I want to put my head on your shoulder again. That was nice at the club." Great. How do. My head throbbed. I tried to breath, get oxygen into my blood. Patches of memory returned. The wastebasket being placed. Soft soothing words as a cool washcloth was placed on my eyes. I turned to the side to see a water bottle, half full, where I knew it would be. A flashing image of cool porcelain against my face, a welcome sensation as I knelt at the toilet. Moaning and babbling incoherently. The police. I winced against the memory of hurling my guts up as my aunt watched and listened and. "Fuck yes, this magical girl cheerleader slut needs your mech pilot cum inside her pussy!" Oh, Goddamn!" Matt exclaimed, struggling to contain his wad."F, U, C, K, M, E, H, A, R, D, fuck me hard, fuck me hard!" Jennifer chanted. "Aaaahhh, yeah baby, gimme that C, U, M, cum!" Holy fucking shit, uuuugghhh!" Matt grunting, driving his cock as far as he could into her and firing off his payload of warm jism. Jennifer's body tensed immediately and she moaned long and low through her own orgasm. Matt. ”“I’ll do my best. It’s going to play havoc with my schedule, but I’ll make it work.”“What else are you doing besides work?” Scott asked.“It’s mostly related to karate. I’m personally training a couple of students, one of whom I run with every morning at 5:15am, and one I do extra lessons with on Sundays. That’s in addition to my regular practices six days a week. One of those I teach the entire class. Add in the kids and family, and the fact that I go to bed early so I can walk Jessica to work.