Yes, it’s too short. Yes, this is stupid shit. Eyss, I need an editor, are you volunteering? And, yes, I suck. And you have yourself a warm and fuzz... day. If you want a perfect story go find one written by Mr. Data. ENJOY! ___ I woke on my back, Barbra laying on top of me with her chin on her crossed arms looking at me, ‘Morning.’ I reached up and put her hair behind her ear and stroked her jaw enjoying the feeling of her weight on her tits on my chest. ‘Morning,’ she responded, turning her. She was so shy at first saying she has sexted briefly with her k**s friends father but that’s all. Anyway we got to my rooms door and drunkly entered.the instant we closed the door we went at it. The next thing I knew we were both completely naked her lips around my cock. My hands squeezing her firm fake tits. At first she wanted my to fuck her missionary but after a few minutes I flipped her over and took her from behind. She kept calling my name Gman Gman fuck me. I took my cock out and ate. What do you think about that? And I have a surprise for you, too."She took him to her car and he whistled. "Where did this come from, young lady? Whose is it?" It's Pete's, but he insisted on having it registered in my name."They got in and she drove to a small restaurant Jan had suggested. Dan enjoyed the performance of the small car and was almost asleep when they got to the restaurant. It turned out to be a new establishment specializing in French cuisine. After they had eaten, the chef came. I handed the rifle and ammunition over to Killer, who was the one checking us onto the bus. The hand tools from the school were dropped into a big wooden box. I was already on the bus when Killer stepped on.Killer: Rose you forgot to leave your pencil.Me: I lost it.Killer: Right.No one else understood the private joke. The reference was to the ceramic object which would double for a number two lead pencil unless it was examined very carefully. They were considered even more harmless than a BIC.