“What?” I finally asked, a little weirded out. “I’ve never forced you to say anything.” Salvador began to explain. “Except the fight thing.” I interrupted. He lowered an eyebrow for a microsecond, indicating to me that I wasn’t supposed to bring it up. “I’ve never forced you to say anything.” he calmly repeated. “It’s your choice as to whether you want to tell me or walk out. Either way is fine by me. This is for your benefit.” “Quit being such a… teacher.” I jokingly complained. He didn’t laugh, giving me the silence I dreaded. “Nicole and I aren’t having sex anymore.” “Oh.” Salvador simply responded with a moderate amount of happy interest in his voice. “Good.” “Good?” I asked him. “You’re being led down a path I wouldn’t recommend for you. Especially if you already feel the need to have these meetings.” Salvador explained. “You’ve broken down twice during these. It’s going to get to the point where I ignore your requests and sign you up for a professional counsellor if I don’t start seeing improvement.” I chuckled sadly. “The best thing to ever happen to me is coming to an end. I’m not crying. Is that improvement?” A flare of slight anger flashed over Salvador’s face. It wasn’t active anger, more like clear disappointment. “Getting to have sex with Nicole was the best thing to happen to you?” busty he asked, his voice a mix of exasperation and disappointment. “No, of course not!” I immediately backtracked. “But it was a pretty important thing. It meant a lot to me. I’m trusting my feelings. Didn’t you tell me that?” Salvador waved his hands in front of me, trying japan to collect his thoughts. “Just a asian second.” he told me forcefully. “Getting to have sex with Nicole was the best thing to happen fatty to you? Getting chubby to have sex with her? Not getting to meet her? "No, nothing." I was thinking more of a ‘thank goodness’ eating those fried egg sandwiches as the time flew by. Plus Moose knew the owner well, having organized many staged wild parties similar to the Kamikaze contest. And it smells like cum!” “Yes” I say chubby to her as I finish unlacing her top. Jill working on his pants with Mel working on his shirt. “ MMmmmmm bad” Nena whispers as she moans softly I popped her firmly on her left ass cheek (wack) “Mmmmmmmm” Nene moaned louder “ louder Nena I can’t hear you I tell how bad do you want this cock of my to stuff your pussy full like an thanksgiving turkey!” I order her as popped her busty even harder on her right ass cheek (WACK!) You see, being a 17 year old gay guy it isn't easy when you have to change for football practice in a room full of sweaty teenage boys three times a week. Oh man Oh man Oh man, I cannot believe she went out with me I am freaking out, should I hold her hand, kiss her, or more, I don’t know what I’m doing!!! While she still lay shaking from her high, he pulled all his fingers out, lined up his pole, and drove it home. All three of the girls are there working. “Could you give us a minute please?” Phil heard the door shut again a second later. Every stroke of his dick brought me closer and closer to that eruption. You know the limits of these sorts.” No commitment, but a roll in the sack is just fine with them. “Not sure… I have a meeting with asian the President right after this one to inform him of what happened. “Oh Merlin, yes!” She screamed, surprised by how good it had started to feel. I couldn't resist, I leaned down and left a small kiss on each little toe. Hurt me. Fuck my ass and hurt me. You enjoyed the whole thing didn’t you. As I returned, I flopped onto my bed, my mind a mess of thoughts. Finally he released my head and his cock slid from my mouth. She explained that when she started having a period she fatty had some trouble getting regulated (what ever that meant) so her older sister told her if she played it up a lot her mother would get her on the pill. "We can japan trade places, but only on one condition."