She handed me the scarf, her gaze questioning whether I wanted it. “Are you still sure about this,” I asked. “It is not too late to say no.” �...��Yes, I am sure. I love you, and I want to make you happy.” She had not hesitated. And she had said she loved me. I simply melted, threw my arms around her neck, and kissed her. She responded with a passion and ferocity that surprised me, even after all we had experienced together. Our mouths locked together. Our tongues explored. I could feel my heart. Angela MorganAngela didn't blame Paul. She knew it wasn't his fault. It was thecurse of the Cupid that was making him act like this. She just hopedthat when she returned to normal that he would too. Otherwise, shewould have a hard time dealing with him in two days as promised. Shehated her situation and cursed the Cupid. The CupidThe Cupid just witnessed his best chance at success vanish. Paul gaveup. Sure he was still by the door but he wasn't trying to get in. Allwas lost. His job would be. He hung her clothes next to his own, keeping amental tally of outfit ideas he could make from Simone's stuff - shouldhe decide to keep going with this prom queen scheme, that is.Each time he pulled out an article of clothing from Simone's boxes, hefelt that feeling from earlier again. He wanted more and more. Before heknew it, he had emptied all of Simone's boxes.He stood back with a smile and thought to himself that he should've donethis weeks ago.He then returned to his room, and got out his. I held her head tightly in my hands and preceded the face fuck her. Every time I pushed in my cock would slide down her throat. Closing my eyes and enjoying the feeling that this hot young little slut was now giving me; I reached down and placed my hand over her pussy. I could feel the heat radiating off her tight fuck hole. I spread her pussy with two fingers to get a look at her. I could see that her pussy was now getting wet. Did she know what was going on while she was asleep? The feeling.