Hayley knew Thomas story was full of bull. She seen him around girls allthe time in high school, but maybe there were some truth behind Thomas'sstory....She decided to play along."Just because you are having a bad night does not mean you should give upand leave. Your cute, tell me about your last girlfriend," Hayley asked"O my last girlfriend," Thomas said. Hayley smiled as knew she had just hita soft spot of Thomas. Now she was going to get the truth out of him."Me and my last girlfriend did not. “Kitten,” I said. “We’re going to have to take a break. I have to use the bathroom.”“Just a minute!”She reached in her art box and pulled out a small camera and quickly clicked off half a dozen photos, moving in close to turn the camera toward each of us.“Okay. Five-minute break, models. Then we need to get back to work.”“Coffee was nice,” Melody grumbled as she beat me to the toilet, “but I sure better get breakfast out of this!”I politely let Lissa go in next. None of us had bothered to put. *...as she and I lay there, panting in the afterglow, her head resting on my chest, finger laggardly drawing circles on my chest, the cruelty of reality nonchalantly discarded as the minor nuisance it represented. We exchanged irrelevant sweet nothings that sprang from the spur of the moment—meaningless, little more than throwaway phrases then...*...but so gut-wrenchingly heavy now, her exact hardly even aspirated words prominently burnt into my head as an unsolicitedly latched-on memento. If. She’s got the most talented mouth I’ve ever experienced.”“She sure brags enough about it,” Jim said, laughing.“Hey!” Sam punched Jim lightly on the shoulder.Jim looked at Dave. “Ready?”“You bet, Jim. Have at her. I’ll join in at some point, but for now, I just want to watch her with another man.”Jim stepped to Samantha and took her in his arms. He kissed her. There was nothing subtle in this kiss. It was a kiss that advertised ‘I’m hot as hell for you’ in neon letters 20 feet high. His cock.