Star gazers, the boys used to call them. XXX I laid back on the corner of the couch so the underside of my breasts was exposed and immediately drew his gaze. Star gazers, the boys used to call them. “Um, yeah, let’s get to the bedroom, I need to get fucked bad,” I uttered softly. I was hoping he wouldn’t have a heart attack and die. “Um, ok, I guess. His hand found the drawstring to my shorts and pulled the knot free, his hand sliding inside. “Thanks for stopping in,” she said sarcastically. I graduated from high school, having been on the high honor roll every year. I said stoically. “Ok, we can be fuck buddies if you think you can handle it,” I said, looking at him. “Have a seat, Ms.
















