.. I didn't even know if she would show up. What if she got cold feet at the last minute?Gloria, on the other hand, had made her position perfectly cl...ar. The downside is that this would be her swan song. After she left here I couldn't imagine her straying again. I'm sure that the only reason that she was even suggesting it now was because of our past history. What to do? What to do?I was watching the foyer as all of these thoughts are running through my mind and I looked up just in time to see. Theprick was red, dripping with cunt cream, stone-hard with its need to shoot out the load clogging his balls. Margaret's asshole tingled and burned as sheimagined getting such a huge donkey prick stuffed between her ass cheeks. Margaret rolled over, sprawling on her belly. She thought of telling Henryto fetch some Vaseline from the bathroom, but she decided it wasn't necessary.His cock was dripping with pussy juice, after all, and besides, she was toohorny to wait. Henry gasped in shock. We talk about her hair and what color she is thinking about next (neon orange). We talk about how I really need a new wardrobe.At some point, she gets a text. Her face gets serious and all the warmth drops out of the booth.“I have to go,” she says.“Yeah. I should probably get back to Carl.”“Next time, we talk about the Carl situation.”“That sounds like a great band name.”“The Carl Situation?”“Yeah.”“Maybe something punk-rock? Ska?”“Yeah, something white angsty teenagers would listen. It reminded her of how she felt in school sometimes when the little packs of boys clustered around her at lunch or on the field when she was practicing.“I wish I knew what they were thinking!”Natalie had a hard time figuring out what the boys were really thinking. She was not even certain that if she did know, it would make any sense to her. Boys had a tendency to see things in a different way than girls. Sometimes, it was a lot more comfortable to be with her girlfriends or boys who were.