She’s allowed me to still be her friend. I’m grateful as hell for that, and I really don’t care what you think or say, what matters to me is her...and her well-being.”Daisy sat down on the loveseat. “You’ve gotten a lot better at using your charisma to smooth over situations since we last met.”“Or I’ve genuinely become a better person.”“Or you’ve genuinely become a better person.” she acknowledged. “But I really have no way of proving that. You can’t blame me for being skeptical.”“If anything,. It was heavy with my cum, and she held it up to weigh it in her hand and to examine it more closely.She said, “My goodness, David, I didn’t think a load this big was even possible. Damn, there must be a third of a cup in here. What do you do with it anyway, just poor it out?”I laughed and answered, “I’m afraid you might think I’m sick if I tell you, but ever since high school I’ve loved the taste of my own cum.”She cocked her head and smiled before saying, “Come on now, David, you don’t drink. It's short for Cassandra."The girl looked at her curiously, "What's Cassandra mean?"Startling the girl, the woman laughed heartily, "You WOULD have to ask that. It is a Greek name that means, ensnaring men."Patti did not know what to say. She felt Cassie's hand on her shoulders, turning her to face her. She reached out and brushed a strand of hair off the girls face. Such close intimate contact made the girl blush again."Let me ask you something," the woman looked at her directly, "How would. “It's my, um, it's Miss F,” she said. “She's here to pick me up.” She spoke much quieter than her boisterous roomie.“You got a date?”I strained to hear Blake's response, wondering whether she'd call this a date.“I dunno. We're just gonna hang out.”“Then why are you grabbing your toothbrush?”“I'm spending the night. Stop embarrassing me.”“Oh my G--”“I gotta go.”She appeared with her backpack, cheeks flushed, and zoomed out to join me in the hallway, closing the door behind us. She shoved her key.