He was so disturbed by the nightmare thathe tried not to think about it. But he couldn't. He hated himself forhaving this nightmare. He hated his frie...ds. He hated Paul for makingfun of him. But most of all he hated the Cupid. Oddly, he felt that thenightmare was the Cupid's fault. That creepy guy inspired this crazydream. His thoughts lingered on how it was the Cupid's fault and howmuch he hated the Cupid. The CupidThe Cupid also woke up with a terrible hangover. It felt like giantswere. She never paid attention once, her hand always below her desk, pushing a couple fingers into her moist pussy. Jesse shuddered as she felt the warm cum of her father drip onto her fingers. Her mouth opened wide as she sucked it off, the salty taste sending a warm feeling through her belly. “And what was the name of that prophet? Jesse? Do you have something to say?” Mr. Williams grinned as she fumbled for the answer, her hands jumping out of her panties still glistening with her juices.“Um….. "I guess I will have to live with it. I can't change here" she tells herself.As the day goes on the itching starts to really get bad. She can't wait to get home and change. She must be having a reaction to the pants or the soap or fabric softener.Kelly gets home and immediately takes off her shoes to take her pants off and her feet start to hurt. So she stands on her toes as she takes off the pants.Kelly puts on a pair of jeans and to her surprise her legs itch again. As soon as she takes them. My fondest memoryis of a romantic stroll along a beach at midnight, just the two of uswalking hand-in-hand, then turning and kissing under the full moon as thesurf washed gently over our feet. It was one of those totally magicalmoments you know is going to stay with you forever.Later, back in our cabin, Susan cupped my face in her hands and said:"I've only ever been with one man, but I'm so glad it's you. It's betterthan winning the lottery. I feel like I'm the luckiest girl in theworld."When.