?A little. It still hurts you know.? ?I know. And I am sorry. I am trying to make it up to you, I do love you and I want you to be happy wit... me again.? ?I know you’re trying. And I do love you. It’s just going to take some time.? ?I know. I wish it didn’t, but I know.? Paul got up and went outside to smoke. Mira lay in the bed trying not to look at the clock. Her mind was a storm of confusion and sadness. Paul had been the best person in the world to her and. Miss Lancaster paused to reflect on this and used the time to pour themuch needed cups of tea. She was aghast that a youngster with all theburdens of growing up, adolescence and school was also responsible formanaging the house."I do the garden too," said Donald proudly.Miss Lancaster's hand trembled slightly as she handed the tea cup to thelad, fighting tears of compassion."What about your school work?" she inquired.Donald's mood fell again as he said, "I get most of me homework done. David: Fuck off.I still felt like shit, but now I felt less like shit and more like a human. Something about that row had released part of my sadness. For a long time, the only form of communication between me and Dave was awkward glances. In that period, two other guys came into my life. Actually, that is debatable, because one of them was straight.This straight guy was one of my closest friends, Alan Sinclair. To be honest, I’d never felt any sort of attraction towards him (unless you count. My cock was still full and stiff so I gently stroked it. Tongues on nipples and fingers in pussies brought more moans. Jenna switched places so she had Sally's pussy in her face."Oh, lord, Jenna," I muttered. "You two are fucking hot!"A knock at the door startled me. I looked at Jenna with a question in my eyes. She shook her head and put her finger to her lips."I told some of them I had a headache and was going to rest. They won't think anything of the door being locked," Jenna told us.She.