I was over-analyzing things way too much, as usual. I was thinking about all that had happened, about all of our conversations, about how we kissed la...t night, how stunning she looked the first time I saw her in person just the day before. It was all so amazing. I felt as if I could make this into a movie. It would have been a whole lot better than the one that we went to see. As the movie progressed, I had absentmindedly been playing with Emma's hair. I can imagine how adorable we must have. ’ ‘Is or was?’ ‘Later.’ Since I tear up every time I get near my phone or clothes, I refrained from unpacking or answering calls. I’d tried to use my mom’s computer, but after an email from Leo, I’d decided a technology free diet was in order, which basically included anything with a screen. This morning was the first time I’d touched a phone in almost a week and it only happened because Em called to confirm our ‘check up on Kate to make sure she’s not dead and still game for seeing a. She thought it cute. I tried forever to seduce her. I 'accidentally' rubbed myself against her all the time. She pushed her breasts against my arms and back as we workedBut she never touched me. I was a teenager afterall.Then when I turned 18 she asked me to come over and move boxes from her garage to her house. It was the coldest night of winter.I worked up a dangerous sweat. It was just another day as far as I was concerned.When I moved the last box into the house, I took off my parka and my. Scuford’s finger disappears into R Tur’s ass, first one, then two, then three. They reach for R Tur’s prostate, stroking in a circular motion, his pucker is getting more supple, open. He heaves a small cry.- I’m getting in.- Yesss, please. Fuck me.Scuford’s dick is heavy, so hard it’s painful, crying for action. One knee on the edge of the couch, it goes for R Tur’s ass, pressing each time a little more. R Tur takes his two buttock cheeks and opens them as wide as he can, absorbing Scuford’s.