He had been thinking about it pretty much the entire evening too, hypnotized by the monotony of the journey. He didn't even have any particular person... that his heart desired, so how could he know why she wouldn't love him? Different girls would say different things. Some might say he's a self-centered jerk perhaps, but other might say he's too pushy, or a bit of a know-it-all. Others, like his mother for example, might say he is just way too stubborn and proud to ever be loved, though she. She can only see the get-this-done-before-doing-anything-else. And I have to give her a push to encourage her to let go and do something along with the task we've been given. I never do anything I know will keep us from completing what we're supposed to on time and she goes along with me if I keep at her, which is just what I did there in the kitchen.I did the tongue tango with her while my fingers worked the buttons of her shirt so that I could run my fingers over her soft luscious melons.. I'll be adding branches for different characters, and maybe some options, too.Everyone featured in this story is 18 years or older.'Mr Perfectly Bland.' That's what my first girlfiend called me when she left me. If you looked for the definition of 'average' in the dictionary, you would find John Deer there as an example. Average height, average build, neither handsome nor ugly, average job and hobbies, brown eyes, average sized dick. There was nothing remarkable about me other than the fact. "Brittany....come here." She hears her mom calling again."I'm here" She answers as she reaches the end of the hallway and steps out into the living room. Looking around she wonders how this room will look when it is finished. Right now the walls are semi painted and have words written on one section where she'd used the excess paint to mess around when she'd been bored.Standing in the adjoining breakfast area is her mother...Kelly or as those who are closest to her call her Kel. Today her.