I got up from my chair and answered it. It was Gerta with two sausage sandwiches. There was a glass of milk for me, and a beer in a glass for Mrs. Par...ons. The sausages were hot, giving off steam, and they had been sliced lengthwise to fit on the bread. there were two pickle slices on each plate, and a side order of sauerkraut alongside each sandwich. It smelled really good. I took the tray from a smiling Gerta, and then closed the library door. I noticed Bea back in the living room, looking. "I'd probably say my game against Nebraska last season or the bowl game against Tennessee the year before," I answered."Really?" Al Davis said, clearly perplexed. "I guessed you would have mentioned a couple of your games against Michigan, the last one against Ohio State or that game in LA against Southern Cal when you were a junior." Al gave me a smile. "I was scouting a couple players that afternoon. You had thirteen catches for 183 yards. You had another 168 return yards. How can you not. Stacy was right - she was going to win this first battle. Mae knows me so well that she could tell by my moans and groans that I was getting close - so she dropped down and started assisting Stacy with the sucking - they would alternate with one taking the shaft and balls and the other sucking the cock and shaft hard - really hard and fast. Eventually I could no longer contain myself and I started arching my hips forward. Mae put my cock head into Stacy's mouth and stroked my shaft as I blasted. My parents are reaching out to people hoping to find me, my friends are a mix of both and a mix of their lives. There is one post to my wall that makes me stop and stare, it says cut the bullshit, come home now. A few days later it says ok. I take that to mean that he will meet me in NY, this makes me smile and that’s all I need to know. I have three more weeks to make it on my own, and I can do it if I know he’s going to come. …. I have a week left and things are getting harder, I’ve been in.