I started to jolt and jerk like Craig had with my mouth hanging wide open. I didnt say anything to Craig, but it was the first time that I had shot ou... so far. I usually shot one thin squirt that landed around my belly button, but Craig had my dick shooting several feet through the air. We did it again the very next day and Craig was first again and every other time after that. What made this time different was that my thumb was rubbing up and down over and across his butthole rather then. ....and if it is then i agree cause hes not ur type but when hes a sweetheart u dont wanna be mean!!butt oww oww these football players are love u! hahah.....and ya me amanda and bree just had a talk yesterday about all that type of stuff.....liike guys like girls that hook up with them but just for that and like after that the girls that keep hookin up with random guys are gonna be good for only that cause theyre like easy ya know?? and theyre gonna screw themselved over cause guys arent gonna. “You had a great dad, and you lost him. I wouldn’t have been able to deal with that. I mean, all I have to do is live with some difficult people for a while longer.”“Shut up, Brian. Please, just… shut up,” Emily breathed.“I just—”“Shut up. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”• • •Fuck, fuck-fuck-fuck, fuuuuuck! Emily swore at herself, hunching over and awkwardly clutching her backpack in a bear-hug in front of her. The bell signalling the conclusion of lunch had sounded, and Truliet’s hallways were. “Get over here you little cunt,” Steven snapped placing his glass on a small table next to his chair. I stepped forward pouting slightly, enjoying the game as I began to figure out its complex rules. “Get over my fucking knee!” Steven shouted. I let the bra fall into his lap teasingly, his face suddenly angry and red. He pointed to his lap dramatically, his huge penis left unattended for a moment. Steven licked his lips as he looked up at me; my nipples bullet hard and framed by the milky white.