She said that, “what took you so long to say this. I’ve been waiting for you to say this”. I was confused, happy and surprised. “I’m not dat...ng anyone because I love you. I made this bf thing up so that you would feel jealous. That way you can propose me. But you took so long…..”The time she finished her sentence I kissed her. She winked at me and kissed me back. Then we ran to some dark place where no one can see us.Then again we started kissing each other. Our smooch converted into French. “Hey,” she croaked.“Hey yourself,” I said.“You OK? And Red and Stephie?”“Yes. I have mild whiplash and maybe a mild concussion. Red and Stephie have some bruises and Red has a bloody nose. I guess they’re too hard-headed to really get hurt!”“My head feels like it’s in a trash compactor,” she groaned.“I’m so sorry, Emily,” I said.“I remember that you stopped and we was just sittin’ there and then I don’t remember nuthin’.”“Yeah, I stopped but the guy in the Ford behind me didn’t.”“Fuckin’ Ford. This set her off screaming again. Someone in the crowd started clapping but if they thought it was all over they were due for a surprise. Layla was just coming into her stride."I want you all to spunk over me. Cover me with your sperm, now!" I was in ecstasy as about half a dozen men surrounded her, jostling for the best position. "Where’s birthday boy? I want your cock first", she shouted. He was pushed to the front and soon was pushing his cock between her lips as she slurped on it, looking. “No,” she said slowly, intentionally, her brow knitted in concern. “I told him I love him. I told him I wasn't just saying what he wanted me to. Jack, I really do love him. You know how I've been struggling with this, but I really do. Now I that I've actually said it, directly to him, I've had to admit to myself that it makes me feel different. It makes me really think about what we've, what I've been doing. It changes everything. And I'm just not sure how to face all of this.”“I see,” I.