But this was not what Jane suggested. She wanted to take Brad to a restaurant and have a meal to celebrate his birthday. She also wanted to invite som... of her classmates who Brad already knew.Marie was disappointed that Jane did not want Brad to visit their home, but she was glad at the same time because she felt that it meant that Jane had decided that there should not be a repeat of their night of being sluts. Marie thought that Jane had decided not to follow in her mother’s footsteps, but. How about you?” “I could sleep,” he said but felt a bit disappointed. He had not had such a good time in ages. “ I've already made up the bed for you.” “I really wish -” “ We've already discussed this,” he said, his tone firm. “I like this couch. I sleep on it all the time. You aren't kicking me out of my bed.” “All right then,” she said in a defeated sigh. “But I’m making breakfast tomorrow morning, got it?” “Sounds like a deal.” “Well, good night, Zachary.” “Good night, Sally.” She stood,. . .”Before he knew what was happening, he felt a stinging kick to his side and he flew off the end of the sofa and landed flat on his ass. “Bitch, I told you I didn’t want you speak to me unless spoken to. That’s not a hard rule to follow, is it?” Shaking his head, Scott mumbled, “No, Master,” and apologized for being a dumbass. “And while we’re at it, who the fuck told you that you could eat with me?” Before he could make the same mistake again, he fought the urge to give his opinion and. Becca slowly opens her eyes. She feels her pussy begging her to keep going and realizes how Stacy must be feeling as well. "Next time we're together, my girlfriend, I'm going to make you feel very good." Becca's tone makes it quite clear to Stacy what she means. Stacy nods, excited. She swoons as Becca heads out the door. "Bye!" Becca shouts. "Bye!" Stacy replies, giddy excitement coursing through her body. The door shuts and she goes back to her bedroom. She sits her slightly plump bum on the.