"Am I going to like this question?" MR said with that oh-so-seductive voice that he always seemed to have. "Well...," And just like that, I froze. The...thought that I was actually going to tell him the thing that I had wanted to tell him most, since the day I met him, it was almost overwhelming. So overwhelming, in fact, that no words came out of my mouth. And I just let out a, "Shoot, and now I don't remember." As I started to walk away, MR was like "Hey, wait," as he ran ahead to walk beside. Why are we subjecting ourselves to this. Should we just agree to be friends and walk away, only talking every once in a while? Can I survive without air? NO! As smart as that would be, I do not believe I am capable of going through with it. You have become a valuable part of my life. I feel like I have this illness, and the only cure is you, and your presence. My heart aches when I wait to hear from you. I cannot imagine what a day without talking to you would be like. God. God! Why? If only. .. what?" Pete said, enjoying the way her hand on his thigh made him feel.Sara continued to rub him, moving her hand to Pete's hardening crotch and running her palm over the bulge that represented the head of his penis. "Friends can make each other feel good... it's fun," she said, getting to her knees in front of Pete on the floor and unzipping his fly. "I want to make you feel good," she said as she extracted his member from the fly of his shorts and gave a short lick to the underside of his. . Bye. I’ll be thinking about you.”When he hung up, he found Julie standing in the doorway.“I think you’ve got some explaining to do.”“I told you. A lot is going on, and I’m going to tell you everything. Give me another minute.”He picked up the phone again. He called Ellen but got her voice mail.“Hey, this is Jake. I skipped school this morning. Nothing is wrong. I just brought Julie and Carol home with me because we have some stuff to talk about. Don’t be surprised if you get a call from the.