Are you jonesing for Lionel?” He seemed flabbergasted at the idea. “I mean, he’s okay, but me and Zeke – “ “Can fuck anyone you want,” I... said, smiling up at him. “Yeah, and I want to fuck you,” he said, choosing to be just as blunt as I had been. “Sorry, Derek, I don’t just fuck anyone anymore.” “But you’ll fuck Lionel?” “I might. I sympathize with him. I just came out of a bad relationship and I know how he feels. Rejection really sucks.” “I wouldn’t know,” Derek said, grimacing, obviously not. I told her that I could give her a massage and then proceed further. She agreed and I laid her on the bed and started to undress her slowly. I read somewhere that a sensual massage now and then will be good for the girl and also the sex will be better. So I started with her back and started to rub from her neck to her abdomen and gradually slide my fingers on her side boobs and then I massaged her hips and ass and she started to moan and wiggle her legs. I flipped her over and told her to wear. He had a very excited look on his face as he seen me. I yelled to my husband, “Honey, we have a problem!” He walked up and says, “What is wrong?” I said, “Look up the hill.” “Wow!” he replied. I said, “What are we going to do now? I am sure he got several pictures of me. He also knows who I am since my name is all over the cooler.” My husband replied, “Let me go up and talked to him. I am sure we can work something out?” I stay right where I was at as my husband headed up to talked to him. I. I still remember the first time I walked in to my new home; to be greeted by such a cute girl truly was a surprised; their she was just slightly over 5ft, long wavy brown hair flowing with light streams of blond highlights, and a lose fitting AE hoody/pajama pants. I was taken by surprise for how adorable her appearance was; my mother painted a vastly different picture of her when she talked about Emily. Her description was that of a nerdy; soccer fanatic; catholic school; tom girl. Well, I.