Dustin hollers from the top of the stairs that he was hungry. I didn't have time for that shit, so I told him to just call up and order 4 pizzas. “S...—you guys are here cause I consider you my inner circle. My closest friends. In other words---my bro's. I want to believe there's nothing I couldn't tell you, or confide in”. They respond with 'sure', and 'of corse Dillon', and such. Kelso pipes up with “Jeez Dillon—you fuckin got cancer or something”? I kinda chuckled a bit, and just said no—not. Then she spots someone, drowsing in the shade of a willow on the other side of the pond. He has lost weight, she notices, but, then again, her hair had been four more colours since she had last seen him. She wants to call out to him, to make him aware of her presence. She knows, however, that he has his reasons to stay in the shade, just as she has her reasons to stay in the sun. And as the sun’s caresses inflame her bare skin, the cruel breeze sighs: “It isn’t enough.” She tries to sum up her. Just what would his hair look like? David heard something metallic drop to the floor and an instant later hands were rubbing something soft and jelly-ish around his face, his head held securely with bits going up his nose and into his mouth, then into his hair, ears and around his neck. "Pah, pfft!" He began, as the hands left his head, only to feel the so far untouched waistband on his underwear being hoicked out, partially exposing his erect willy to the cool air, before a dollop of something. “I moaned, too loudly, in fact. I remember caressing his head with one hand as I grasped the sheets on my bed with the other. I was literally writhing in pleasure as Gary's tongue explored my virgin vulva.” “So, your brother was getting the response he wanted, huh?” Marc said, more as a statement of fact than a question. “I’ll say…I remember clutching the sheets as he made me quiver uncontrollably, as I begged him, telling him that his suction was too intense, all the while struggling to remain.