I like it this way. That will be all for the moment."But Martha didn't leave straight away. "What happened to the young lady who came to visit you?" s...he wanted to know."Oh, she stepped out onto the balcony to catch some fresh air."I was relieved when I heard the door close. I could breath again. But my relief didn't last long. Within less than half a minute the door opened again."Balcony? What balcony? Your office doesn't have any balcony." It was a joke, Martha. A joke." I should have known.. "I rolled my eyes. There was no doubting my resemblance to Ashley. We could have told people we were twins, and it would pass. But for some reason, it caused a stab of jealousy being compared to her like this by him. I did not want to feel that the only reason he was sitting before me was my proximity in looks with Ashely. So, I decided to change things up, and say the most un-like Ashley thing I could think of. I wanted Brad to know he was dealing with something completely different."So," I. It was a small school so everyone knew everyone. Which helped and hinder me all at the same time. His name is Carter, he was about 6 ft tall, curly hair (he liked to call it a Jew fro), brown eyes and had a flat stomach. He played hockey and football. His smile could light up the sky. Carter was so funny I could be mad at the world and just talking to him back me smile. He had a mean streak, but for the most part I never saw it. In my eyes he was perfect. My name is Zoey. I'm about 5'6,. Her hands found his erection and stroked it in time with the slow music beat. Mr. Ingram buried his face in Maureen’s cleavage. He encouraged her cock manipulations, albeit the words were muffled into Maureen’s creamy mounds of flesh. The music ended and in the silence, the paramours drew back to exchange a kiss. ‘May I?’ asked Mr. Ingram. Without waiting for a response, Mr. Ingram released the pins that held Maureen’s bright auburn tresses in its stylish coiffure. The strands descended past.