I felt like Goldilocks and the three babes, trying to discover which one was best. What if neither of them was a match for me? I guess dating is like ...hat. I'd never been in the dating pool, so I shouldn't get my hopes up. What if I didn't like girls after kissing a couple? Maybe I should date boys to compare, and I was still unsure about everything.However, I was excited, nervous, anxious, or whatever you want to call it all weekend long. When Sunday morning finally arrived, I dressed. Yes, of course she would. Why had she hesitated before? This was great!And then he came. And the amount of cum that flooded Jordyns mouth almost seemed unreal. She swallowed and swallowed, it never seemed to run out, she grabbed the huge balls and hugged them easily, as if to milk him on the last of the sperm. Almost at the same time as Carl shot off a final spray in her mouth, the man fucking her pussy also came. Feeling cum being pumped into her from both ends was just to much, Jordyn now. But now, here I was, standing across from Ted as I found myself rubbing the back of my neck with my left hand. The soreness was almost completely gone. I had to turn my head to the far right or left to get any kind of twinge out of the muscles now."You want me to figure the full treatment—cleaning, tune-up, and testing the pistol, along with private classes on gun safety and shooting lessons?" Ted asked me, a funny look on his face as he watched me. "We can settle up the next time you come in,. . application accepted. I’ll lift your curfew. It’s just a temporary reprieve for a month, though, we’ll review it again after that.”He flashed a smile, sincere and warm. “Thanks, Nat. As far as parole officers go, you’re truly top notch.”“Hopefully I’ll be the last one you have.”“Hopefully.”I stamped the application and slotted it into his file.“Done.”“What chocolates do you like?” Liam said a few moments later, leaning back into the seat again, clearly pleased that his application had been.