I spun. She was wearing a tight skirt that showed off her ridiculous curves and a tight white dress shirt with one too few buttons unbuttoned. I took ... mental snapshot, just in case I was back to being on my own later."Oh, hey," I said. “Uh, how are you?" Good," she said, smiling. “You?" Uhhhh … great. Great. Brilliant, really. You?" You already asked." Right. Oh. Sorry." Look I …" she said"I was going to …" I interrupted."Sorry." Sorry." You first," I said."I don’t want this to be weird. They stopped next to me and asked me if everything was ok. I smiled at them invitingly, pushing my bike on the side and disappearing in the bushes. They followed me; I found quickly a quiet place, turned towards them, kneeled down and caressed their bulges. They laughed at me, not believing the kind of slut they had just found:-You love big black cocks honey, don't you? You can't help but begging us for some dark meat...-You have no idea how much I love it and how I need it, but I don't think. " Amber nodded. "Some time to grow up and do our own thing for a little bit." A pause. And we'll find each other again, right?" Right. Even in September, I'm not saying goodbye," she insisted. "I'm not ever saying goodbye."I just nodded and winced in emotional anguish as we came together for another kiss, this one seeming to last for hours.When we finally broke for air, Amber quickly stood and took my hand. She needed me; I could feel it. And I needed her.She quickly led us upstairs and into. "Yup." Simon answered. Monosyllables had become his stock in trade.But his mother wasn't going to let him get away with it this time. She pursued him, asking, "Why do you find it necessary to find a different girl every time you go out, Simon? What are you running away from?" Nothin'," he answered, turning to go out of the door."Not so fast, Simon!" his mother called, but he was already moving away."Can't stop!" he called over his shoulder, walking quickly away.Simon knew he wouldn't get away.