...she's not a fucking head job...like you are. She likes cock because....she likes cock. Not because she's a depressive nut job, like you!" Oomph.......I don't like being a depressive...I'm ill" "Im fucking talking....keep fucking sucking. It's not a bastard discussion!" "Sssorry Al" over the years we've developed our 'needs'. Now....you are one of those 'needs'.....haha. Your nothing more than a plaything 'need'. Haha.....what the fuck now?!" He exclaimed as the phone rang again. "What! No. .Yeh ek din ki baat hai jab main dinner pe dhruv ke ghar gaya to dhruv ne kaha ke maine aur Shweta ne decide kiya hai ke tu idhar aake hum log ke ghar rehne aaja hotel mien kyun reh raha hai fizul kharcha hota hoga kafi sochne ke baad maine decide kiya theek hai coz main bhi bohot bore ho jata tha akele aur itni thand ke shaam ke 4 baje andhera ho jata tha time kat ta hi nai tha…Aur dhruv aur Shweta ke sathtime fly hota tha…Chalo point pe aata hoon.. Ek din Friday night ko hum chess khel rahe. Mr. Roberts just smiled and waved as Cristina stumbled after Bubba.It had all started when she came over for the weekend to visit her school friend, Nancy. But Nancy and her mom had rushed off to an emergency at Nancy’s grandmother’s nursing home in the next city. They wouldn’t be back until tomorrow afternoon. Later, Cristina had confided in Mr. Roberts that she was having her first date next week and didn’t know what to do on a date. Mr. Roberts had promptly seduced her and had just finished. ’ Scarlet giggled. * * * ‘So, it didn’t freak you out?’ Alan asked her later that same day, the early afternoon sun shining through the window. The two of them were laying in Alan’s bed, his softening erection slowly slipping from her depths as he held her, spooning her from behind. Even though he was picking up the thread of conversation from before they had fucked, Kate knew what he was talking about. She had told him about Scarlet right before they had started up, but that conversation had.