"------------------------------------------------------------------------Mom drove us to the mall where we usually did most of our shopping. Themall w...ere there was the greatest chance of me running into my friendsand other people who would know me or my mother. Before we got into thecar, mom handed me a small clutch purse. The purse was made of the samesilver lame material as was the my mother's flats which I was currentlywearing. After all, a girl's shoes and purse really should match."Wendy,. Kelsey looked down and tried to find his wallet. While looking, he lookedup confused, "Man, Gretchen, I picked you up off the street to help you, Iwon't be able to do that by just giving you money."Who's Gretchen?" Greg asked. Only the voice was a lot higher than he wasused to hearing, something was wrong but she couldn't put his finger onwhat it was. "Wait, what happened to you, you used to be a bitch?" That's bad language Gretchen, and nothing happened to me, like I saidearlier, I picked you. He swallowed what he could then went to work licking up the rest. After a long cummy kiss he was ready to release another load, this time up my ass. I sat him down on the couch and started to lick and suck his cock again until it was good and slick all the while fingering my ass to get it ready. He lubbed up his cock and then I sat down on his member. It slide in easy and smooth because it isn't fat, but it sure is long. It felt like it was going to end up in my throat. I started grinding. .. and eventually came to the conclusionthat the cause of his sense of foreboding was his imminent departure touniversity. Ever since the sixth form leavers ball at school, his nightshad been plagued with wet erotic dreams... Obviously that was not unusualfor an eighteen year old, but what was unusual was the subject of hisdreams... his close but strictly platonic friend Mary Peters.They met at primary school, where the strict boy-girl in register orderseating pattern at each desk, meant David.