.so you can be my BFF?" Kate asked."Something like that," John agreed.Kate simply stared at him. "Oh, now, I get it." What?" John gave her a haunted l...ok."You're dying. Is that it? You're dying and you want to fuck as manygirls as you can before you kick the bucket. You're not looking forcommitment because you're going to die anyway. Did I figure it out?" Kateasked."I'm not dying," John said truthfully."Then, you're just an asshole," Kate concluded."Look, it might still work if you suck my. ” ”My heart tells me to many would suffer for his pleasures alone.” ”So my answer to you would be NO.”This man had answered my question with his heart, not with his mind or his dick. Too many men think with only their dicks. John and I soon joined the others dressed in sweat pants and a sweatshirt just as Michelle was. In fact, everyone was dressed like her now.Her breakfast casserole was and still is to die for. She served me first kissing me upon my cheek telling me she had made it especially. It'snot a secret now. Go ahead, and do what Coach says."And of course it wasn't a secret now because Mommy had already talkedabout it, but I had wanted to be big. I mean, I was wearing make-up, andwas a cheerleader and all. But the girls were all OK with it, and Istill felt good from nuzzling and from them sing to me. So I juststretched out on the very back seat of the bus and put my legs way upand put my thumb in my mouth.Mommy took off my shoes, but one of the girls said, "Can I change. I fantasize that I would get a text from Sam one day while my wife is at work and I am home with k**s, as usual on weekdays. "I need to talk to someone, would it be okay if I came over today?" She would show up wearing something somewhat sexy (which would be out of the ordinary for her, but I have seen her put on a blouse before) and looking angry.Since I would already know why she was there, she wouldn't need to launch into any sort of proposals. I would simply grab her up and start making.