‘Is that so?’ asks Claire. ‘Scarlet sure did pick well, didn’t she?’ ‘Very well, mom. He made me very happy. In fact you did interrupt rou...d one.’ ‘Oh really?’ Claire muses, looking you up and down again. She looks back at and speaks to her daughter, ‘You know the best part of giving gifts is seeing the look on peoples’ faces. Especially on my lovely daughter’s birthday – if I am not the one physically giving you the joy, I want to at least be present to see your face and the joy it brings. .''''hey boy, good morning , had a nice sleep?''''yes...i...you want a cofee?''''oh sure yes''he walk in with his backpack, smoking his cigarette and sat on my couch....like yesterday''i was about to smoke weed , i like a good cofee and a nice spliff your a good boy''it made me shiver, i liked him calling me thatwalking in my tight pajama my lil cage clacking , giving him a cofeehe took it and thanks me''its clacking just right in there ''he touch my cage bulge and i shiver falling to his side. My cock was a raging by this time and gave my shorts in a very visible tent formation. My lips moved to hers. She kissed me back, her lips parting to let our tongues dance together. I pulled her closer to me, deepening the kiss as my right hand went under her shirt. I broke our first kiss, taking her bottle and placed it on the table. With both hands I grabbed the bottom of her white t-shirt. She lifted her arms as I pulled it over her head, but still didn’t move from her spot. . Actually, he liked her a lot. The problem was, he didn't know what to do with her. Should he call her every night? Eat lunch with her every day? Trivial problems, but when you're a freshman, trivial problems are like catastrophes. He tried to act cool, and basically ended up ignoring her. Around October, she finally asked him. "Do you want to go out with me or not?"The answer wasn't yes, in fact it wasn't even an answer yet that night when she met Ryan. She'd asked Danny's friend to give him.