Saturdays at the mall were for him, not for anything or anyone else. Weekdays were forwork; nights were for the ladies; weekend days were for him. He ...eaded right for the firstof his five customary stops: the comic shop. He always shopped in the same places in thesame order, every Saturday. In fact, if the mall were to contain only those five stores, hewould be deliriously happy! None of the other hundred-plus stores mattered to him --they were only annoyances, entrances to walk past between. She would have asked a million questions instead of just a thousand about who the boy was that I met.“Was the person who came to the door the friend you met today out there trying to get you to buy marijuana with him?” she asked me. I couldn’t look her in the eye. In retrospect, Hayden probably WAS buying marijuana because who has to pay thirty five dollars for rent at 3 am?I gave my mom some bullshit story that I knew she didn’t believe about buying CSGO skins from my friend and then went back. We still hadn’t said a word but we moaned and groaned, purred and gasped as I tried to give him the best blow-job of his life. I was now sooooooo turned on sucking Paul’s cock I could feel my own juices running down my thighs. I couldn’t stand it any longer and just had to FUCK him! With one last little kiss on the tip of his dick I stood up and straddled him again. This time there was no clothing to get in the way and my cunt was so wet I think that he could have driven his car up there!. Meeting her was a daily affair as our homes were hardly 5 mins away from each other’s. I had called her after a long session of studying.I: what are you doing? I cant study anymore.. I need to meet you.Pri: its just one more day n you r not yet prepared. Plz study well. We’ll meet tomorrow.I: I have to meet you now. If u don’t meet me, then also I won’t study for sometime. So better meet me for 10 mins.Pri: ok.. But Mom is not home. I can’t come down. You come home. just for 10 mins.. Ok?I:.