There was no rational master plan. No codes, no playbooks, no instructional manual for anything anywhere. It was all just abig mess.Oh Christ, she si...hed. Was anyone's life ever more fucked up than mine isat this very moment?Phoebe pondered this question after she typed it, laying her head againstthe cold bus window.More cows on green hills flashed passed.Where were they now? Ohio?Moo. Moo. Moo.Nope, no one's life is more fucked up than mine, she answered herself.It was a rhetorical question,. “So where are we going?” Michael had always wanted Rose. He had fantasized about her so many times over the years. He was becoming hard just thinking about her sitting a few feet away from him. “I was on my way home. My apartment is right around the corner.” Rose noticed his erection and bit her lower lip. Ladies are not supposed to bring random men home, she thought to herself. Rose, you’re a good girl; a girl with class. A girl like you doesn't jump into a stranger's car and carry him home!. ”“Yeah.” Jason said lamely. He suddenly felt very awkward. Even though it was in a stupidly sexy outfit, his mother was clothed while he was standing with his softening cock dangling before her face. “Yeah, exactly.”“Well.” His mother said. She squared her shoulders and flashed him a swift smile. “I better hurry up if she’s coming over so soon.”“Thanks.” Jason said, giving her a relieved smile in return.“Would you like me to make you some lunch as well?” Helen said, looking away to one side.“Uh. Not even her getting off, again, stopped the girl from jumping back when she felt the pain of his finger on her cherry. She cooled off instantly as she moved away. They both watched his flagpole fall over.“Congratulations, you two are paired up for the rest of the day, but on the girl’s side,” I told them, and then sent the boy into the showers.I asked the girl, “Do you think you can keep from sucking his dick anytime he needs to cum today? You seem to like how a dick and cum taste.”She started.