How could I fuck up where he’s from? Where did Stuart go? I got to make shit up to him when we get back to college if he’s there. Please be there ...an, only real friend I’ve had in three years.My call isn’t even going to voicemail, number no longer in service. I call Stephanie and her line rings making me feel a little better when she answers.“Richard what are you doing calling? Are you backing in town,” Stephanie asks a little quickly.“No I’m still at the family home. Tried calling Stuart but. His day at school did not go well, he could not get the vision of his mother out of his mind, he imagined shooting his load into her or all over her, that couldnt be right surely. He made his way home, feeling horny as fuck, hoping that maybe she would do it again he so wanted to see it agian, maybe from the front see her tits and her cunt lips swollen and red from use. What would they look like after been fucked hard by one of her men, or even by him. His cock begand to fill with bl**d, bugger. I was doing my best to dissuade her from her downward spiral into the depths of depression and degradation that she seemed to be so fond of at the moment.The sight of Roberto in his drunken glory was quite amusing and Adele and I welcomed him to our table. It was almost a foregone conclusion that he be seated because he was so loaded if he didn’t’ sit down he would likely fall down and injure his overweight but still strangely attractive body.He was talking in French and both Adele and I were. She confessed to having sex with sex with zack the night before and with out her getting mad I told her how I got drunk and did it with Christy. Bailey walked over to London and whispered something in her ear. London looked mad then got up and put on some clothes and stomped off. Bailey looked at me and said we should be alone for an hour. I quickly pulled her in for a deep long kiss. We were locked in a moment of bliss in each others arms. She still naked I could feel her hard nipples through.