Ooh they were making a bee-line straight for me,"Hello my name is Julian and this is my friend Omar" They both smiled.I stared at Omar Tall black and ...andsome, he looks familiar I thought.Julian took my hand and kissed the back as gentlemen do, or did in a bygone age."Are you a model" Omar remarked. "Me! No a hotel receptionist" I replied.I was smiling, these two tykes were trying to chat me up."We make documentary films, you look so elegant and sexy we would love to film you" Julian explained. Weak ... than I've ever seen her look before. I'm afraid she might be sick somehow and she's not telling me about it. Why wouldn't she tell me if she's sick? You don't think she'd keep anything really serious from me, do you?"Charles hesitated. Her mother didn't want to worry her ... but it wasn't as bad as she thought. He'd have to tell her so she wouldn't worry..."Diana ... your mother's health has gotten worse, but it appears to be mainly due to aging. The only reason the doctors are. I just wish we could be friends without me being in a fucking band. Luckily, there's only a few people left anyways. My section has broken off to go their own ways, and all that is left is a couple people gathering there things, including Sydney and a senior named Rebecca. Holy fuck, Becca. She is amazing. Tight body, reasonable tits, great face, AMAZING feet, whenever she shows them.Oh, yeah, and a nice personality, if that's your thing.I look away before I basically jizz myself. Stepping. I would have my ass home every night and you would have a housekeeper and anything you wanted." "You are a sweet young man. I do wish you were your father. We'd be a whole lot happier." She put her arm around his shoulder and leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. Her tits pressed into his arm and he loved the way they felt so soft, yet firm as the pressed around his arm. He only wished they were in his hands - and bare. "I tell you what I think we should do. I think I should fix us some dinner.