"How about if I meet you at the gas station on Saturday mornings and drive you here. I can drive you home later." Really? You'd do that for me?" No. I...'s entirely selfish. I'd do it because I don't want to miss you on Saturday mornings. It's..." ... our special time," Rhonda laughed as she completed the sentence. "I'm cold. Could we spend our special time this morning with you warming me up in bed?" I gulped. When Rhonda said something like that, she really meant cuddling her under the covers. Every touch, kiss, lick was driving me up the wall.Her fingers were in me quickly. Chantelle moved her body so her perfect tits rested neatly against the sheets, her back arched so her ass was presented upwards, an open invitation for someone to extend the fun out to the room.Ryan was first to spot this position and flipped his body around on the bed so he could access her. We became like a human centipede of body-to-tongue. Ryan's, lapping and appreciating Chantelle from her slit all the way. Why?”“She does here.” Wiping my mouth, I threw down the serviette and stood. “Come on. I need to make a call.”“Give me my locket back,” Callie insisted.Reluctantly, I handed it back. It was probably safer around her neck, anyway.Three hours later, after making some discrete inquiries, we were in an old photography shop surrounded by an eclectic mix of single lens reflex and digital cameras, lights, shades, tripods, and other odds and ends.Charles LeBlanc, a surprisingly young man, was studying. It’s been a few months since the accident. I had survived it, mostly, my left arm however, had not and it was amputated shortly after I had arrived at the hospital. I now rest in my own bed, knowing that today was Monday, and that I should get up and get ready for school or I would be late on my first day back.I, reluctantly, got out of bed and did my normal routine, same thing I did on the day that took my arm. Only this time things were a lot harder with only one arm. After I was ready for.