But we're going to grow together, too. And things will change, but that just means different, and better."Her head buried in my neck. "I don't wanna g... back. I'll just have to go home. An' Mom's gonna be bitchy. An' I'm crampin', like my period's fixin' to start..." And I want you to stay with me, period an' all. Baby, I'm doin' my best to find a way so we never have to be apart. But it's what we have to do right now, okay?"Bronze hair swung in a nod. More kisses. Perfect little titties pressed. She tilted her head upwards and stuck out her tongue, flicking to first one then the other as they shot their loads. Left then right then left and right again they spurted their jizz into the air. The one on the right just grunted and pulled her hair so that her head was turned more to his cock than the other whilst the one on the left, who she had teased into cuming, just kept calling out “Fuck, yeah, fuck me, oh fuck yea!” as he squirted his spunk onto her face and she licked from side to. It’s clean, but that’s about all I can say for it. I didn’t even comb my hair this morning and I’m not wearing any makeup.’ Matt laughed for the first time that afternoon. The sound was familiar and comforting, my favourite sound in the world. Despite all my worries, his laughter still had the power to lift me up. ‘First of all, there’s nothing wrong with your outfit. Second, you keep your hair so short that you hardly have any hair to comb. Third, I’ve never once seen you wear makeup. You. “Bloody hell!” I replied. “I might have known you were up to something!”Brenda grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her, but only at the waist. I hastily grabbed my robe and put it on then sat on the bed. “Come in, Honey,” Brenda chirped.It was a different waiter this time, but we recognised him. He was a handsome six-footer; about twenty-three years old. Broad shoulders ran down to a narrow waist. We had passed him by in the corridors a few times and once in the restaurant. Brenda had.