Just as he did the guy fucking my pussy slammed me for a few seconds then shot a big load inside me, so hot! He grunted and once he had shot the last ...f his cum he slowly pulled his cock out of my pussy, his cum dribbling down my thighs and onto the carpet, he stood up and went to hang with the satisfied crowd. Then it was just the stud still fucking my ass and the cute guy with a great cock standing in front of me, mmmm.I took his cock in my hand and started rubbing it as the guy behind me. He had a bag slung overhis shoulder, which I assumed was his laptop. He kept hair neat andtrimmed, and he looked just as I remembered him. Well, he looked a bithuskier. He must be getting well fed at home. Anyways, I saunter onover to him and took a closer look at him. His reaction was bizarre,like who is this crazy bitch staring at me? I decided to break the icein the only clumsy way I knew how."You don't recognize me, do you?" was the only thing I said to Will as Ibegan to pout.A wave. Angel agreed to go. The other flyer announced auditions for, and a mini concert of, TheCherry Creek Changelings. It was a choir of sorts, made up primarilyof morfs. It had started as a joke, with music students who weremorfs poking fun at the whole social dynamic surrounding morfs. Itgained momentum when an anti-morf choir director eliminated most ofthe obvious morfs from the Concert Choir. That director was gone thenext year, and his replacement became the faculty sponsor of theChangelings. He. I sit on my bed and wait. Will the whippoorwill sing again? Will he call me to Bryden's side? The bird conjures memories, a sound we often heard as we lay hidden in our stolen bliss. In those purloined hours, the darkest of night just before the waking of dawn, we clung to each other, making promises that lovers make, clinging to one another as if we would never let go.How long has he been gone? How many years has it been?I drifted through those years alone, watching without seeing, as the.