Her blonde hair was still cut short at the back of her neck, progressively longer towards the front where it fell to her shoulders. And she still dres...ed carefully, loving colorful short skirts with matching tops, unless it was like today. Today she wore a cotton top and shorts, a red baseball hat on backwards, and high top sneakers. I checked. Yup. The left one’s laces were untied.I liked watching the boys approach her and try to engage her. I knew with absolute certainty she wasn’t interested. “So, you’re telling me when ain’t gonna smash when I’m there,” Tyrel challenged him.“You’re right. We probably will.”Two weeks passed and Tyrel was in Branchtown. Rodrick was inside chilling when the cayenne red Nissan Altima pulled up. He opened the door wearing a V-neck T-shirt and gray sweatpants. He towered over the five-six sissy. “Damn,” he remarked. “You dyed your hair pink.”“Yeah,” giggled Tyrel. “Do you like it?”“You good!”“I brought some liquor. Can I use your bathroom.”Rodrick poured. “Have you heard anything from her since she ended things? We saw her Monday at the Dairy Treat; we’d stopped by right after we finished work,” Amber asked Marty curiously. “She didn’t seem like herself, so her stomach probably truly was bothering her. She acted as if she had a lot on her mind; it makes sense now,” she commented thoughtfully even though three of us knew what had really been on Linda’s mind.“Nope, not a word. I kinda figure that she wants to give us both some space. I’ll see her. .. Ohhh! ... Yes!” With her still impaled on my cock, I stepped back into the center of my large shower and began to lift her slowly up, almost completely off my cock. I then dropped her body down on it, while driving myself up hard into her. I repeated this slow withdrawal and hard thrust action several times. I enjoyed hearing her distinctive ‘Gawd!’ exclamation each time as the large ridges of my crown pulled out on her sensitive pussy walls. It wasn’t long before a major orgasm took hold of.