"I'm sorry, I don't—" We could have been happy." No. I don't think so. Not really. But I will never deny you again. I love you, and I will admit tha... to everyone, no matter what happens."What did happen, Patrice would remember always as a gift of grace. There was a white flash, a flutter of linen, and Kristen's face was in her lap."Forgive me, please—" Patrice said."Always, always, always."Kristen kissed her thighs, her crotch. Dark damp splotches grew in the denim. The force of the emotion was. "Oh, so you weren't serious then," Crystal grinned."Yes I was," he hurriedly replied, then glanced at Kari. "I mean, no I wasn't ... I mean ... Anyway, it sure was a nice warm day today, wasn't it?"Both Kari and Crystal laughed. "Okay, let's stop tormenting Jeff now," Kari suggested."But he's so fun to torment," Crystal grinned."So does that mean you're feeling better?" he asked her."Much better. Thank you. Both of you. I still wish I had a boyfriend like Jeff, but at least it doesn't bother me. Your cock sprang out of its confinement. I could see engorged veins on your shaft and its thick glossy head; you probed it against my dripping flower. You picked up my wet panties off the bed and wrapped the elastic over the base of your shaft and round the back of your balls, tying them tight. So hard, your blood pumped harder, filling your hard cock. You whispered, “You like that baby?” As you stroked yourself, I moaned louder. I watched your cock swell, thicker and thicker, With a. Maybe it’s for the best this way, who knows.Ironically, while sitting at my desk thinking about this my phone rings. A number that wasn’t in my address book.— “Hello?” I said.— “Hey George”. That was a female voice which I didn’t recognise.— “Hey, who is this?”— “It’s Hildi.”Immediately, I had a smile on my face. Hildi was one of my dearest friends in high school. We were born one day apart and ever since we met we had a thing for one another. I don’t know what, maybe we liked each other’s.