“Yes”, She says nicely. It shows the pose She was doing last time at the precise moment when She made me spunk my pants. She holds it up and asks ...e “so how many times have you looked at that then Graham?!”, laughing. “All the time Miss”, I tell Her, and She repeats that, laughing some more. I don’t really process it at the time, being in my usual daze in Her presence, but afterwards I realise She knew exactly what it meant. At that time I had a Worship Site for Her where I could post. The cocktails started to go down well and soon the night was now the early hours of the morning and I offered to get a cab for Mel to get home, but hoping that she didn’t take up the offer and go back with me to the hotel suite that I had booked into. Mel offered to come back with me and my cock started to get hard in the thought that I would fuck Mel one more time. After one drink at the bar we made our way to the room. Once inside Mel took off her jacket and sat on the bed, I didn’t even ask. "I loved him, but seeing that made me realize that he needs help and that he probably never loved me back." Sarah said. "So here's the deal, so that you know. I've talked things over with Heather, Tammy, and Becky already, and they've all said that it's up to you who you fuck." She said."Okay, so what's the catch?" I asked."Well, I don't wanna just be a fuck buddy. You see, the relationship between Johnny and I was different. He was supposed to be my master, but obviously he never knew how to. Let me sidetrack myself for a minute. My mom, Lisa Walton, is a singleparent of me (duh). She dated her high school boyfriend until one day,when she was the ripe old age of 19 she became pregnant with someone youmay know. However upon telling my soon-to-be father of this wonderfulnews....he freaked out and made a run for it, leaving my mother inhysterics.Before going into early retirement, my Grandfather (on my Mother's sideobviously) was the Chief Of Police for the wonderful little town.