"Angie, while I like your tits, I really want to get to know the girl that has them. I don't even want to have sex with you until you want to have sex... with me." This was a blatant lie, but I figured she might believe the other thoughts more if I said this.Angie began looking at me strangely and licked her lips unconsciously. I started to get up, and she made no move to stop me. Damn!As I walked away to the laughter of the boys in the cafeteria, Angie called me back. "Come back Oscar, I want to. “Phwoar. Look at that arse!” “C’mon down gorgeous and let’s have a feel” “Marks out of ten? I’d give her one!” She was looking around for a look of comfort from somewhere. She cast her eye towards Mr Jones. Could he help? He wasn’t joining in with the others. He was smiling, but he offered her a hand down from displaying herself up on the table. Maybe this would soon be over she thought as she spun her stocking legs over the edge of the table and onto the floor. Mr Jones held her as she stood. There is only one person who had the right to be called your mother, and I would not take that from her. But also want you to know that whatever you want from me in our relationship, I will always be there for you. I would love it if you would just call me Karen – that would be special enough for me."Ciara looked at Karen, as tears began to flow down her face. Finally, she reached over and pulled Karen into a hug. As they held each other, Ciara said, "Thank you for loving my daddy. He needs a. ” As he spoke my washer had finally stopped, pulling my clothes out into the basket right away.“You hang your clothes also? I usually only do when my roommate is away. I have enough but thank you.” Grabbing my basket the other young man had opened the door for me. I hadn’t thought any more about the two as I had gone upstairs now in my apartment hanging my clothes.After getting comfortable with a bowl of popcorn, clothing already tended to I had turned on the television to one of my favorite.