Some of them lived a few doors away. (I dismissed those straight away for fear of being caught). I joined the website on a month’s subscription and...began searching for my ideal man. For some reason I thought that an older guy would be better. He should live more than twenty miles away, and be ordinary looking. (I didn’t want to feel outdone when it came to the body and health department). Just by reviewing their sites I started receiving messages. The first message was from a guy who lived. It wasn’t just all in my head. I dropped the cups onto the nearest shelf. I didn’t want to touch them anymore. Shit. I was lactating hot beverages. What the hell?! “Brianna, what’s with you? I know you hate that drink, you fought me over putting it on the menu like your life depended on it. And now you were hiding some of it in there? Did you buy it from the competition? Streetbucks? Did you finally cave in or did aliens kidnap my actual sister?”“Just leave me alone,” I said, panicked, and. Every time I turn around you're wrapping yourself around him." Wesley, you have to be the densest person I ever met. There is no Bubba." But he brings you back and forth from cheerleading practice all the time and I see you hanging around with him all the time. How can you say there's no Bubba?" Do you remember how it used to be when we were kids? How you and I spent all the time together? How I used to practically hang on you?" Yeah." (Came out kind of like Yeah-Uh - I still didn't have a clue. I start to thrust slowly in and our, your creaminess covering my cock with each stroke. As my speed picks up, I hear you start to mewl in hard lust. This is now a lustful action of heart and passion and gradually you become louder, more audible to me. You are never this loud. You’re normally under and soft with your passionate noises as you near cumming. Not this time, however. You aren’t incredibly loud, but most definitely louder than usual for you.You begin to thrust back at me as I.