The two had starred in my naughtiest fantasies plenty of times. My mind went into it's usual battle, half of me was convinced despite my better judgem...nt, that there was something there. My other half scoffed and told me to dream on. Today, the half living in fantasy land won out. There had to be something, even if it was just some playful flirtation, I wasn't just imagining it. His hand had brushed my ass plenty of times, granted that happened a lot when you had a handful of people in a small. Gonna cum pretty soon.”“Cum for me, Tim. Let me feel you cum!” Tim closed his eyes and once again, Ivy felt him throb inside her.She loved it....Tim sat on the park bench and thought, well, I’m really fucked now! His prosthetic left leg was giving him fits. You pushed too hard, asshole. Too far from home and too sore to get there.“You doing okay?” said a voice. Tim looked up to see a woman in running shorts and a wide halter top. “Trouble with the pross?” she asked.“Pross” was a slang. " I told her not to sell herself short."From where I'm looking, you're fine every morning," I told her. Sure it was a cheesy line but Sophie liked it. She leaned in and gave me a nice kiss."I'll be back for my good luck kiss before I go," she said.I went back to dreamland and a few minutes before 8, Sophie was back. She popped a breath mint in my mouth and told me to chew on it for a second and she'd be right back. I was still under the covers, so Sophie lay right across my body. The kiss must. Brad was probably just hanging out with his friends. Their parents probably never noticed that Jesse never got up. He stayed hunched over that pile of pillows, now dripping, instead of flowing blood, which was an improvement, he thought. Maybe he wasn’t going to die. Sometime around dinner-time, before his brothers came back in, he managed to get himself downstairs into the bathroom, and sat in the soothing warm, soapy, water. He used a wash-cloth to plug up the over-flow, and brought the.