Wondered what was going on in his head. Wondered if he was dreaming about me.I just sat there looking at him.“I love you, Liam.”I’d never said t...hat to him while he was awake.He’d told me he loved me, told me a few times coz he did love me…as a friend. But I couldn’t bring myself to tell him that I loved him. I loved him more than a friend and I couldn’t say it to him. But I was saying it now, now that he was asleep. I said again and again.“I love you. I love you. I love you, Liam.”Before he. This was a rare occurrence for the diminutive Head Mistress of Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College. Reanne wiped her eyes and tried to brush her long blonde hair behind her head, careful not to start rubbing her sore and swollen bottom no matter how much she wanted to do that. The Head Mistress walked from behind her desk and smiled as she reached over and picked up a small box of tissues from the far side, holding them out to Reanne.“Wipe your eyes and your nose Reanne.” She stared at the girl as. I stared at them as I munched down on the sandwich…my cock was starting to get hard again. “Ross… Ross…” I shook my head as I was brought back into reality. My mother was looking straight at me and then with an exaggerated head movement pointed out where my eyes were focused before repeating my name. Realising that I was staring at her wonderous breasts I quickly diverted my eyes down to the plate. Noting that I was embarrassed at being caught looking my mother tried to avert what awkwardness. Jim didn't know how to answer that, so he said, "Well, no—not every night."His boss sprawled in the leather chair. He was in his forties, bald on top, and portly. He suddenly said: "When are you going to invite me to your home?"Jim blinked. "Well, sir, I—well, whenever." Make it this weekend," his boss said."Yes, sir, okay," Jim replied.When Jim got home that evening and told his wife Diana that his boss would be coming to their house, she was less than enthusiastic. "It's not the fact of.