You know, put it in a bun or abraid?" suggested Emily."Tie my hair up?" replied Andrew. "I can barely manage a ponytail.There's no way I could do all ...hat." Well if it's bothering you I can do it for you. The hair won't botheryour eyes and you wont feel the heat too," offered Emily innocently."No no. It's alright." No Andy, I insist. With you fidgeting with your hair we'll barely getanything done. We are not proceeding further till you let me do yourhair."The "argument" continued for a few. Melanie.’ The letter fell from his hand to drop on the desk. He sat as if paralyzed, unable to believe what he had read. * * * * * * * * Dr. Martin Holder, the brightest of the medical students in his year to graduate, ‘A promising young man,’ his professors had said. ‘Have a good life,’ she had written, but until the moment of reading the letter a good life had been centred around Melanie and their future together. Even more devastating was that she had met someone else, someone she must have. “I’venever even seen one.” She tossed back my blanket andsat up. “Ew, it’s all wrinkled.”“OK,” I said, trying to control myself, “now you’veseen it. Go away. I’m tired.”“Tired from fucking,” she said, poking at my cock withher forefinger. “I thought it was all hard and stiff.”She sniffed and made a face. “I’ve seen pictures.”“You shouldn’t use words like that,” I. Then she slowly slid it out and saw how it was covered with her milky cunt juice. She opened her mouth and slid the juicy finger between her lips, licking it as if it were a succulent lollipop. She sighed at the taste of her own cunt juice. She slurped the whole finger into her mouth, puckering her lips. As she sucked off the juice her lips formed a slight smile of pleasure.George could hardly hold back, Esther no longer existed. He felt he was losing control of himself, Cindy was going to.