Later... maybe... She rolled to her back and stretched. It would be nice to have Michael now. He's good in the morning. Hell, he's good any time!She s...iled and pulled his pillow to her and hugged it. She could detect the slight smell of him. She shivered, wishing the pillow was her husband, imagining she was holding him close while he was atop her.No! Forget it! she scolded herself. No reason to get yourself hot and bothered. Michael's not here!Groaning with disappointment, she tossed the. Didn't even try to feel up Kitty's thighs... her pussy..." His pumping milked another bead of precum from his engorged member. Kit watched transfixed as it spilled down his shaft. "I bet he never even ate her out... none of them did. s*s would taste so... sweet..."This wasn't real. Kit rooted to the spot, listening to her little brother say such dirty things about her. Things he shouldn't have known. It was true none of her boyfriends ever offered to go down on her, and she honestly thought she. Her perpetual smile may have hinted that she was a brainless bimbo, but her marks were only equaled by those of Dilton Doiley, the school's science genius.Veronica pressed her books together, with both hands, against her tummy. She straightened herself and pasted a false smile on her face, then walked over to the pair of students."Well hello Archiekins," she sang. "Oh, and hello Betty," she added flatly."Hi Ronnie," said the two, to which Betty added, "I'm all ready for Ms. Grundy's history. How strong he is. And, when he looks upon me, I know he sees me. Me, Christine Daae. He does not see the Opera Ghost or Crazy Christine. He sees beyond the mask I wear. He sees someone as lonely and lost as he is. His eyes were so full of longing..."Her hand trembled as she raised it to run down the length of her arm, remembering the feel of his body pressing into hers. The passion she felt for this man thrust all other thoughts from her mind. She feared that if Madame could not extract his.