I wasn’t me anymore. I was somebody else. I was angry all the time, angry with everyone. All my friends were nearly afraid to talk to me. My teacher... were afraid of what I’d do to them. I wasn’t me. One night at my house, all my friends were there. Francesca was there. She was always so pretty, but she didn’t like me that way. “Chris,” Francesca said. “We’re worried about you.” I sat down and gazed at her. “How come?” “Chris,” Francesca said. “You’re just not yourself lately. I know you’ve been. It didn't take long and I came all over face and chest. Stephanie looked up at me slightly annoyed. She scooped up my cum with her fingers and put them in her mouth and smiled. "Tell me when you are going to cum I want to taste you in my mouth"She stood up and pulled her leggings down to her knees. She was about to turn and bend over when I picked her and sat her on the bench. I took a big mouthful of it in my mouth my tongue teasing the big hard nipple. The head of my cock pressed against her. ”“It’s not. That was the first family to live there. They had great parties. It was a custom-built house. Most of the houses in here are two stories. They wanted a ranch style. It’s bigger than required and sits in the middle of two lots. The Anderson’s moved away not long after we moved in. We’re neighbors. I’m Wendy Baker and she’s Nancy Hurst. We jog most mornings after everyone’s gone.”“I’m X, Xavier Marigold. I should close on the purchase next week or a little sooner if my real estate. I packed an overnight back just in case and we went out and got into the Mini Cooper and took off. Kirby looked smashing. He was wearing brown pants and jacket with a black knit shirt. With his dark coloring, it was very sexy. None of those whores better not try to fuck my stud muffin, I thought. I don’t share. And I knew they would want him if they saw the package my baby was packing. I damn sure wasn’t going to share that. “Bruce said none of our students or faculty go there so we should be.