"Hey, geek," said the one from his math class. Morton sighed. Surely this cave man must have been mistakenly assigned to their class?"What's up?" he s...id. He stopped in the busy hallway for the conversation. There was no way he was going anywhere with enough privacy for these goons to do more than talk."I don't think the lady liked you talking to her. I know I didn't like it," he said menacingly."Did you notice that she chose to sit beside me?" asked Morton patiently. "We're friends." Not any. She wasn't friends with any of them anymore. None of them trusted her anymore. They'd discarded her-each had gotten what they wanted from her, and now they hated her.They'd been her only real friends, and they'd each loved her in their own way. Why they had all turned on her at the end was something Amy still couldn't totally understand. Sure, she had screwed up by blatantly fucking each of them, and for telling lies to cover herself, and for behaving like, well, a child-and a slut. But she had. The wedding – what can I say? Helen wore a long, dark green, dress and looked incredible. Philippa was in a pale spring-green dress; as I said before, they could have been sisters. Helen promised to 'obey' – which I hadn't expected – when I asked later ;"What can I say? I'm an old-fashioned girl."Greg spoke briefly and movingly about working at being in love, and honesty, and facing problems together. The choir was good, as was the organist, though I was a little taken aback as we left the. It was not like the way an orgasm builds when we are jerking off. This was a much deeper and more intense build up. My body was beginning to involuntarily shake.Sir picked up the pace and the pressure. He grabbed the sides of my head firmly and began fucking my mouth. The only role I played in his process was providing a mouth for him to fuck like a cunt. And he did.I could tell he was getting closer and so was I. I didn’t know the best speed to set the machine at so I decided to turn it up a.