It wasn't a good resemblance of me (don't they say the camera adds 10 pounds? - I guess the damn artist added another 10 for good measure) but someone...might be able to make a guess using it and the description that the girls gave in the article. The picture did not show my glasses and showed a beard. I wasn't wearing glasses that night because I wear contacts when playing hockey, and I just had shaved my beard when we got down to Florida to get a better tan on my face. It definitely changed my. She noticed the laptop and she asked if I was already looking at porn. I told I was, that it was her pictures that I was looking at. She shifted the conversation abruptly when she asked, “So how was Donna last night?”“You told her how I like when you ride my face, didn’t you?” I asked.“Well I showed her the video, so yeah. Does that bother you?” she said.“I guess, I suppose not.” I stammered.“Good! Well anyway, tell me about it!” she said in a pleasant and interested tone.I gave her every. Suddenly Brian shoved me against the wall, scrapping a layer of skin off my face with his stubble before kissing me roughly then jamming his tongue into my mouth. A hand found the growing bulge in my pants then gave it a hard squeeze. Breaking our kiss he then uttered, "I think its time we got naked."We undressed in unison, clothes and shoes were thrown everywhere then following a quick tussle we slid onto his single unkempt bed, thankfully it remained silent as we continued our tussle, each. Jason popped the lid off as he heated the pan, while dipping the ladle into the liquid. He poured a generous dollop of it onto the pan and a familiar aroma permeated the air.“You brought blueberry pancake batter?!” Darcy asked, her nose recognizing the scent immediately.“Yup. Used my dad’s recipe,” Jay smirked as he flipped the pancake over to cook the other side.“Well, I need to taste that! By the smell of it, it’s a damn good recipe!” Darcy told him, fixing Jason with a mock glare.“Don’t.