“Oh please, mom. Do you want to play the moral card and try to talk us out of what we’re going to do?” She smirked, biting her lip, a blush on h...r own cheeks betraying her own excitement. “Can’t we just go upstairs and ruin a bed?”“...Fine… But not the guest bed, I just made it.” Louise said.Willow tilted her head, her voice bemused, “The guest bed? For me? Like I'm not going to spend all my time here in your bed?”Louise blushed and opened her mouth, searching for words.Willow didn't wait to. There was no penetration or evenopen pussy photos, but they were good enough for us. When Ron's Mom called us from the kitchen, we stuffed themagazine under his mattress, and in our guilty haste, we ran outof his room and into the kitchen still sporting our hard ons. Hismother asked what we were up to and we told her "nothing". Shelooked right at our crotches and said "it doesn't look likenothing to me". She had a smile on her face so we knew she wasn'tmad. She told us that she knew. I missed him.Mike has a family picture on his desk. His Dad is wearing a beautifulstriped shirt, and he's got sunglasses on. I wish I had a picture of himfor me. I could carry it in my wallet. I don't know how I'd ever get one.I think sometimes I should try and steal one next time I'm at their house.I have to watch what I say. If his Dad found out I felt this way, he mightdemand that Mike move out of the dorm, to get away from me. I might notever see him again, if his Dad finds out. His. . suck. Since I wasn’t home to use my own phone and I didn’t know anyone in Helena. Yuck!A bank was more than glad to supply me with quarters, dimes and nickels so I could place a call ... NOT! It took a call to the Monsterball Headquarters in Helena before they would take my check. The bastards charged me two bucks for fifty bucks of change.Sure ... I had Hairy’s money ... and that was part of the problem ... HAIRY’S money. This was mine and I wanted to use MINE.Fumbling with a booth door, my.