"Hey Anne... are you ok?" Claire's mother chimed, as well, "Yes dear, youlook pale, are you eating enough?"Andrea finally shook free from her trance a...d responded, "Y-yes I'm fine,are you ready to go, Claire?"She nodded and stepped outside. "We'll be back in a few hours, mom."Her mother smiled and called out to them as they walked down thedriveway, "Stay safe! I'll have dinner ready by six!"Andrea took one final look backwards at Mrs. Fisher, and then fell inline with Claire as they walked down. At home I stated feeling really tensed not because I proposed her but because I kissed her. At night she sent me a text saying “We need to talk. Tomorrow, lunch break, in my cabin.” I couldn’t sleep the whole night. Next day I was sitting in my classroom during lunch break and my phone rang it was her I didn’t pick up so she sent me the same text she sent me the day before. I decided to go and went to her cabin my heart stopped for a moment when I saw their HOD at the cabin she asked me to wait. And that's it from Wembley Stadium in London, England, where Superbowl eighty-four will take place next week between Winslow Indians and Carmel Chiefs, the first time it has ever been held overseas, celebrating the growth of Gridiron as the world's number one sport. Now stay tuned, after the break... It's Finals Night!" The two younger Bachmans shifted uneasily, the impatience of teenage youth all too evident as they grumbled out loud. "This is bore-bore-fucking-bore-city" muttered. Seeing as my dick was still hard as a fucking rock, I was in no mood to deny her.She moved to sit on her knees in front of me, placed her hands upon my shins and slid them upwards, slowing as she reached my biceps, until she came to a stop at the base of my scrotum, moving her index finger from my balls, up my cock, and rubbing around the tip. She then put both hand around my dick, rubbing back and forth, in and out, all the while looking up at me, staring deep into my eyes."You want me to suck.