Would you have sex with meMe. Well depends Her. Depends on whatMe. Well if i trust you enough and other stuffHer. I trust you Me. Oh crapHer. WhatMe. ...y mother just saw this chat and guess what she saidHer. Whatme. She said youre moving with your aunt and uncle in bel air I whistled for a cab and when it came near the licenseplate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror if anything i could say that this cab was rare but i thought now forget it yo home to bel air I pulled up to a house about. From viewing her Facebook, I understand that Clara is single. From listening to her, I understand that she is wanting. And from watching her, I understand where she goes, day by day. Pattern recognition. I start alternating between looking into her interests online and rehearsing how I could play off of them if we did happen to randomly meet on the street. Then, one day, it happens. When Clara is out grabbing lunch at a place across the street, another man happens to be there at the same. Fixinghimself something to eat before sitting down on the couch to watch someTV, before he fell asleep on the sofa.It was a strange, feverish dream he had, his thoughts pulling back tothat strange night almost a month prior. He remembered Lola, her laugh,her smile, her lips on his skin. He remembered her teeth biting down onhis neck, the numb feeling spreading over his body. But most of all heremembered the moon, its bright full form casting the only light onthat night. He could feel the light. M. and Tommy was sitting down in the living room watching 'Family Guy', I was still extremely horny and still quite wet from my earlier sexual encounter, I looked over at Tommy with the obvious outline of his boner through his pajamas, "This is my chance to have some more fun with him" I thought to myself. I made my move by running my hand over his hard little cock, I looked at Tommy to get a reaction of this, and he just smiled, so i took that as a sign to continue, I ran my hand more slowly.