This isn’t something small that she forgot to tell me. This is a big deal. She’s moving across state lines, not down the street. As I find the num...er I look at the picture I used for her contact info. It’s a picture she texted to me about four months ago, she looks so beautiful in the picture and it makes me miss her so much. It’s been almost a year since I last visited her and every time I see the picture I feel the need to run straight to her. Had she already planned on moving then? Why. My cock hardened. My mouth watered. Anyone looking for a white cum deposit for a morning wake-up call? I stared at my small screen waiting for a response... even though I wasn't sure what I would do if I got a response. I did. A private message. Come to dorm room 212 Elder's. I'll give you a three day load. Shit! Exactly what I wanted! A response. A cock to suck. A load to swallow. I reached the dorm and strode briskly through the door, feeling giddy with anticipation at the morning cream I was. Sheexcused herself, and went through the door. "You can repair the damage?" It wasn't entirely a question. "Yes." She kept her response factual, as she had been taught. "Ifnecessary, I can regrow the eye from the optical nerve out. It is merelya matter of time and energy." "Issues?" "Such weapons are often poisoned. I am concerned about exposure thatclose to the brain. Also, the possibility of infection exists.Degeneration could also be a problem with time. Without the poison, hislife is. He agreed with her self-diagnosis. Looking for a response, he drew a blank on speaking. Actions did better any ways and he slumped a bit on the couch and pushed his hips up a bit. “Well, not gonna turn that down,” she said with a laugh. Keith smiled at her. This felt right to do. Macy stood up from the couch and leaned over facing away from him. Her dress rode up and he saw that she was wearing a red pair of panties. The word Butt Slut was splayed across her clothed ass. With thumbs hooked into.