Who knows, maybe find a girl, make some friends finally? A guy can dream. I mean, it’s been two schools, twice now that I pretend to be someone else...and none have landed but hey, the third time is the charm.I grab my traveling bag, carrying all my clothes and my computer, the essentials as dad would say, and pulled out my notebook. I open it and skim through the pages, drawing after drawing, simple doodles I would make whenever a subject in class got too boring for me. Thanks to math class I. I was training a new cook, Kristen, and ourclean up person failed to show, so Kristen and I endedup stayed late to wash dishes and mop the floor. Thekitchen didn’t get written up for anything, thank god! I left work at 8.00 pm and drove home to a dark house. Iswore I left the porch and front room lights on but thehouse was dark. The friggin’ bulbs burnt out and Ibitched all the way to the door. The porch was no prob.I could reach it easily, but the other one was connectedto an eight. ‘Being alone isn’t what you need baby. How ’bout I get in there with you and give you a head job? Your cock wants it.’ She said as she stroked him through his pants. He looked at her, seeing her lips, bright red from the lipstick. Why not? He asked himself. Might as well get one, even if it’s the last one! ‘Sure, okay.’ He said. She smiled and got in the car. ‘It’s twenty for a blowjob. If you want more, that’ll cost more.’ She said. He looked at her. ‘I’m dying. How about one on the house?’. She felt a hard smooth sensation behind her and a moment later her already lubricated pussy was full of Mark’s cock which felt pretty big filling her up nicely; he was rough and hard with every thrust making her stumble forward and she had to place her hands on Simons hips for support.They used her like this until Simon asked Mark to swap and they quickly changed places meaning her holes were only vacant for a matter of seconds at most. After Graham’s big dick earlier and then marks cock,.