I knew I had to do something about it. I knew I had to calm her down. I was the only man at home. In fact, I was the only other person at home. I coul... hear her phone ring, but she was in no mood to answer. I had to do something.I was still a very young boy, very pampered, and had never had to do something of this sort. I was just not ready to handle a situation like this. I took a deep breath. I walked towards her, hoping I can help her relax, and convince her to believe everything will be. A couple of hours later the head ache starts again and I leave the room. Without even looking, I know from heart and without effort in the notes But I still can’t remember the book. I focus onto it and some of the memories comeback but even then they are very fuzzy. I know I can remember them all when looking at the book. So far I can’t come up with anything definitive but there are a few things that I managed to grasp. Basically that looking at the book gives strong headache being near it. “Say my name again.”He looks at me, no expression on his face. Ugh. “Please?”His eyes gaze down to my lips and stay there for a moment. He does that quick peck thing again then looks into my eyes.“Lara,” he whispers. I moan, smile and close my eyes. Still pumping into me with forceful thrusts he continues, “Lara, you feel so god damn good around my cock. I’ve been hard ever since I saw you walk through that door.”Really? Wow.“And now, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll never be able to. ‘Ahhhhh!!!!!’ Joanne moaned, her body arching in response to Fran’s marvelous touch. She felt something warm and damp touching one thigh while at the same time something was tickling her other thigh. The resulting sensations were so sweet, she cried out in joy. She looked down and saw that Fran had begun to kiss the inside of one thigh, while her blonde hair, having tumbled forward, was tickling the other thigh as her friend’s soft lips moved over her silken skin. Lust raged through Joanne. Her.