You? I mean other than what we talked about.”“I did. We have a lot to talk about. Should we go buy our books?”“Sure.”We left the dorm and wa...ked across campus to the bookstore, which was always open the Sunday before classes started. That had meant not having to buy our books before Christmas break, come back early, or having to go to class without books on Monday morning.“So what happened?” Clarissa asked.“It’s more what I discovered. I had some serious heart-to-heart talks with my friend. The scene at the house was increasingly frantic, as preparations were now in full gear.The majority of the guests from out of town arrived today. Dad made four trips to and from the airport, dropping off the guests at the hotel. Dave's dad chipped in to help out with this endeavor; he made a couple of runs himself. Seeing them work together in this manner brought to mind a time, a few years ago, when all was not well between the O'Malley and Mancuso families. Thankfully, those days were buried. So I did it for England and the Queen. Within a couple of minutes of going down on him the teeny weeny cock exploded in size and became quite monstrous. Whilst I was doing this I felt my Irish friend lubing my arsehole and I thought he was going for a spit roast; I had a very cute and receptive arsehole in those days.However I was wrong, the Scotsman stood up, went behind me and got me in position to receive his cock which was to say the least a bit on the large size. I was doggie fashion. “I don’t know that we can,” I admitted. “They’ve burned through all the love I had for them this past month and a half. They burned it into hate. The love’s still there, but it’s tainted. I can’t feel it without the pain. I don’t know why they even left. I don’t know why they needed to be hurtful and I don’t know what possessed Lana to come after me yesterday. I don’t think it matters. I can’t imagine an excuse that would make me nod my head in agreement. That leaves us in a shitty place. I.