My left hand was inside Ayesha’s jeans but it was too tight that I was unable to enter her pussy.We kept kissing each other in the cafe. I tried to ...press Ayesha’s boobs but again, her bra was so tight. She refused to unbutton her shirt. I was pissed and I moved out immediately. Ayesha was really disappointed.After that, we didn’t talk about this for a few days. Suddenly, she called me one day and told me to come to the same cyber cafe. Dean was too excited as I promised him that I will bring. This lady, yes would be a bit younger than my real mom, one I could put into a mom role, I was sure she would never say anything to anyone. The silence was broken by,Sarah; God, you poor dear!Was all she said, I looked at her, she went silent, she turned staring out the window of the car. I thought I saw some tears slide down her cheek, she turned in the seat to the drivers side window, rolled it down lit a cigarette. She stared into the woods saying nothing at all for a long time. I reached. My back wrenched erect and I whipped around to meet Jack’s omnipotent eyes gazing at the photo I was just examining. “Good old times, before Derek’s accident. We were best buds before then. I think that was taken three years back, during my Junior year at CSU.” He glanced at me. “He really is harmless. I met him my Freshman year. We were both majoring in kinesiology at the same time.”Jack’s face grew solemn, as though he had disappeared into his memories. His mouth moved thoughtlessly.. Colby had sent me a message on the IRC. “You there?” he inquired. I reached to answer, nudging the book on the brain as I did so, knocking it off of its fragile seat above my alarm clock and dislodging my egg project for Sociology. It tumbled to the ground, gaining a slight widening in the crack that had appeared there this very morning; it didn’t matter anymore.“Yes,” I replied. I continued to sit staring into the screen of my laptop; maybe I could stay up here a little longer, put off the.