“Then let’s keep kissing,” I said and came closer for a kiss. But she put her index finger on my mouth and shushed me. I started licking her fin...er. She smiled but didn’t stop me.“You’re such a naughty boy,” she said.“I’m your boy, after all. How did you expect me to be?” I asked. She laughed.“Yeah, you’re probably right,” she said.“So? Your room or my room?” I asked.“Nowhere! Give me some time to think about it,” she said.She took her finger out of my mouth and went to the kitchen. I was. And I remember the fear that came with that knowing, the terror that what I was doing wasn't right, wasn't fair. And the farther I had tried to look into the future to see what would happen, the fuzzier the little silvery pieces had gotten. So I just tried my best.I could not fix Lauren's life, or Courtney's life, or Lisa's life. I tried to do something. Courtney Collins was a host on a gab-fest called "The View," now. I couldn't restore her family and friends, and I didn't think I had the. A heavy equipment operator who sits on his ass all day and gets jostled around by his bulldozer, insists on eating meat every day for dinner, drinks a lot of beer during his free time, and, as a result has noticeably developed a large belt-overhanging gut that is repulsive to look at. Aside from all that he’s a decent enough guy, willing to lend a hand or a tool when necessary, it’s just that when he settles into a chair with a beer in his hand he talks, and talks, and talks. It’s never about. Look into my eyes while I’m doing it. I can see you’re eager to taste it, taste my finger, suck the cum off it and lick your lips when I take it out of your mouth Now lie down on your back on the floor. Its time, I want to see you down there, mouth open eagerly as I stand over you with a foot either side of your face. I want to play with my well-fucked cunt and slowly tease open these cute pink lips until the cum begins to dribble out. I want to force it all out gently, slowly. You’re such a.