I'm seriously so horny, I should not even be writing.I was going to try to write another story for Babble (the site I originally posted this story for.... But it's not even worth it. I can't think about a well written piece of fiction. All I can do is think about cocks and pussies. Yes pussies too. I would take whoever wanted to fuck me right now. Hell, I'd take a woman who didn't really want to fuck, and convince her she did. I doubt I'd have to convince a man...at least not for very long. Just. Brandon nodded. Kyle smirked, turning back to look at the TV. ‘Thinking of Izzi, aren’t ye?’ he asked, humour in his voice. Brandon didn’t want to admit it, but he nodded anyway. Kyle laughed. ‘What?’ He frowned at him. ‘Just…’ He switched a channel, stopped on a random movie. ‘I’d never thought you’d fall in love with her,’ he laughed again. ‘I mean, you’ve gone out with the most popular girls in the town. You used to have a new girlfriend every week, remember? And then you get hooked to. . ‘ ‘Okay!!’ I cut her off, but I couldn’t register everything at once. ‘I get it, you wanted to meet me but didn’t know how. Just hold on a second, you’re talking a mile-a-minute!’ Her face fell at my harsh comments. ‘Don’t get me wrong!’ I added quickly. ‘I have been watching you, there’s no hiding that. And I know you’re probably nervous, even thinking about my reaction, but I want you to know, it’s alright.’ I half-smiled, and she smiled back. I thought for a moment and carefully planned. "Three days later an arrest was made. Apparently the police knew rightaway who the man was from our description. Later that day there was aknock on our front door.Mom opened the door and asked," May I help you?" Yes, FBI, Mrs. Wilson. We need to talk," the older man said while bothshowed their badges.Mom opened the door for them to enter and showed them to the livingroom."Is Mr. Wilson home?" he asked."He should be home in five minutes, what is this about?" Mom asked."It's about the man who was.