She didn’t need anybody, just her family and friends. She had a roof over her head, a decent paid job, and she had been lucky enough to travel a lot...within the last couple years of her life, and she had plenty more plans for traveling too. But all she wanted to do right now, well, debate with herself to do, was to go back online and write again. Write and talk to her old friends who she had missed. The people and the pages she didn’t realize back then, but who were actually a part of who she. Itwas no wonder that almost everyone played a musical instrument or wasinvolved in a community team or group, because monotony was a majorproblem with living in the country. I'd taken up the saxophone and guitarand with all the spare time was actually becoming pretty passable atthem.It seemed like everyone had formed their own or had joined a friend's popgroup band or the like. In fact several of my school friends (Natalie,Vera, Michelle and her twin brother Dominic) and I formed our own. “I’m not going to last long if you keep that up,” Phil told her.“Good,” Hailey said. “I want you to cum in me. I feel like something is missing if I don’t have a little of you in me. I want some now. Do you want me to roll over?”“I want you just like you are,” Phil said, as he continued to slide in and out of her. They rocked in their lover’s embrace until Phil felt the sensation that signaled his immanent release. Moments later, Phil gave Hailey what she craved and she felt him fill her with. First on the list was wake up. Second was . . . I grinned, my eyes still closed as I lie beside my shirtless boyfriend. I knew what came next. Slowly and gracefully, I slid under the bed covers while Ayden slept and positioned myself on my hands and knees in front of him. I slid his boxers off slowly, careful not to wake him up just yet, and gazed down on his huge, thick cock. My tongue glided across my lips slowly, thinking of how much I craved it in the morning and slowly lowered my mouth.