Lekin woh maan hi nahi raha tha, to muje b ek idea aya…“Okay… Tera lund mere jitana hi hai maan liya mene aur tum sart jit gaye.”Karan: chalo ...o fir muh me lelo mera lundMe: thik hai pr esse nahi, tum bed k niche khade raho aur meh bed pe bethu ga.Karan: ok.Fir mene usko mere samne khada kiya aur uska white lund thik mere muh ke samne tha mene haath me pakda uske lund ko, woh garam tha fir mene skin niche pull ki, woh moan kiya ahhhh… Fir mene apne dono haath uski gand pe rakhe, apni taraf usko. Rosie padded in wearing a huge hoody that reached to her knees, and threw herself onto my empty bed. "Good night?" I asked, knowing full well how much she had drank. "I think so. I'm just a bit tired really." The annoying thing about 18 year olds is their ability to not get hang overs. We chatted about the night, who pulled, who drank too much and so forth. As we talked I continued to wash and hang my things and Rosie seemed to space out. "Do you always wear stockings?" she asked, out of. The coffee was semi hot and setting the boy up,still wrapped in the blanket, forced the kid to drink the coffee."Don't you dare refuse the coffee, boy. It's Sumatran, freshly groundfrom beans this morning," whispered Chuck.The boy began to choke a bit, a good sign and Chuck reinsurted thethermometer, 96 degrees. After an hour, boy became coherent andsomewhat startled by his surroundings."Are you hungry, boy?" asked Chuck.The kid nodded weakly and Chuck handed him a drumstick, then a. We went to her room, and she closed and locked the door.“Jennifer,” I said, “I can’t believe you did that!”“Well, I didn’t want you being your nice, polite self and talking to them when you should be up here making love to me!”“You’re bad, Jennifer.”“You have no idea...”She just left that hanging. Teasing, I thought. But it was another sign of the new Jennifer.“Jennifer, can I ask one favor? Just one, I promise.”“Sure.”“Let’s just make love today, nothing fancy, nothing wild. I just want to.