Catalog.
■The Dust Bowl Six
■ Planning
▪ Intercourse camps
■ Act II School
■ShaoLight is easy to pass
■ Meeting again
■Relief
■The Dust Bowl Six
“Hey! You’re going to be late for school, don’t get up!” Mom called me up from the covers, screaming in a moody voice.
When I saw that it was already seven o’clock, I was so scared that I didn’t even bother to brush my teeth and rushed to school. My home is almost 40 minutes away from the school by foot. I used to be able to get up early and not be late in the first semester of first grade, but in the second semester of first grade, I was already an old bird and often stayed in bed until 7:00 a.m., so being late had long become a part of my life.
That said, although the 40-minute trip is a long one, there are three high schools, two junior high schools, and two elementary schools along the way, so basically this 40-minute period is the time of the day I look forward to the most. If you like the mature flavor, then enthusiastic and bold high school girls are at your disposal, if you like pretty little girls, then you can feast your eyes on them when the national middle school tutorial class is over, and if you want to follow the Japanese Kougen’s foster girl program, then there are two full houses of girls in the national elementary school.
However, after this summer counseling session, I will not be able to enjoy this charming scenery, because the school began to stipulate that students who go to school too far away and outside of the county must live in the school, anyway, the private school is like this, in order to raise funds, and can pit the money, any reason to make up, shamelessly.
That said, the kindred spirits I stayed with became my best friends over the course of a few months.
There are six of us in the dormitory, all sorts of characters, of which Bazai is known all over the school playboy, good-looking face, but a countryman’s rough accent, debauchery, so that his girlfriends are some strange girls (on my point of view), there is no innocence and lovely type, anyway, Bazai said that his own pleasure is good.
Bald hair, on the other hand, looked like he was in lust, according to him, he had screwed a junior high school sister when he was in the first year of junior high school, but after all was said and done, the farts were his own, who would believe that a brat who hadn’t even grown his hair yet had the ability to screw a big sister?
Self-touching him in just the second grade when he was hooked on A book, A film, so he worshiped Bazai as a teacher, hard to study the Japanese American girl photo, and later more than blue is better than blue, even Bazai are worshiped in the self-touching under the knowledge. He also became the Japanese pornographic information, films, books, and take advantage of the time and place to do business, but this is cool us, because until graduation, our A books, videos, etc. do not have to spend money, heh heh.
Where’s the dead guy?
As the name suggests, he is listless all day long, sleeps in class, sleeps after school, at least sixteen bells or more a day, others sleep in school so that they can have a great time after school, but he doesn’t even play, he only sleeps, it really makes you wonder what’s wrong with him.
Kawada, on the other hand, is a bit of a psychopath, and it’s said that he went crazy for a while back in the third grade because of the stress of the JLPT. I haven’t asked him personally to confirm this rumor, but based on his shady personality, I’m sure it’s very likely to be true.
What about the final character me?
I didn’t burn good incense in the third year of national education, and I was supposed to be the first student to fall into a private school, and I remember crying out because I didn’t do well in the exams, which is funny now when I think about it. Just because I had been hurt by the exams, I had been mucking around, and I couldn’t muster up any motivation to study, but in spite of all that, I got the best grades out of the rest of us.
So we, me, Bully, Bald Hair, Self-Touch, Dead Man, Kawada, and the other six people in Room 201 made up the school’s famous “Dust Bowl Six.”
In the second semester of second grade, the issue of “sex” began to arise in the class association.
It started when a student at our school slept with a girl from a high school and accidentally impregnated her and she was expelled, and then when the class “sorority leader” brought up the subject of sorority for discussion, almost all of the boys in the class set their sights on the high school for girls.
It’s said to be a famously sexually open school, with bold and passionate female students.
As a result, all sorts of obscene rumors circulated in the class of some “evil-minded” boys, what yellow video star’s home base, there was a male teacher and a few female students shared a room to have a big sex, successive principals and a few directors have had a gang-rape of the school’s elected flower girl, and even forced to take nude photos of female students in order to graduate, and must be filmed having sex with a male teacher in order not to repeat the grade, and so on the vicious rumors. Even female students were forced to take nude photos in order to graduate, as well as having to make a videotape of sex with a male teacher in order not to repeat a grade, and other vicious rumors.
All this nonsense, which one can tell is made up without any thought or consideration, makes those people shout and think.
It is really good to say that the real lust is the lustful thoughts within a person.
It just sends ripples through our class like a calm pool, slowly expanding and widening.
A few fellowship down, self-touching goods sales dropped dramatically, and it’s no wonder, after all, with the look of the end is not as good as first-hand experience.
The mysterious thing about “sex” is that every guy at that age wants to try it, and “get a girlfriend and have some fun” becomes the mantra of those guys.
I am probably different from those people, although I also like to listen to these “yes or no”, but I still have some requirements and ideals for future girlfriends, at least the kind of girl who can have sex with her after a little bit of good relationship is not the kind of woman I have in mind.
However, as more and more people reported that they had experience (who knows if it’s true or not), we, the Wind Dust Six, fell behind.
Listening to many of the classmates make up nonsense, the class is still a virgin seems to be the only remaining a few of us, all of a sudden the wind and the grass, a few of us feel the aura of death.
Not including Bully Boy though, he’s had experience with that before.
■ Planning
Speaking of going camping, we still threatened Bully Boy.
That said, he met a very open-minded girl not long ago who was an officer in some high school club.
According to him, the two of them were so close that they could have fucked the girl, but we were half believing it until he brought the girl to show us one day, and we were surprised to find out that there were such open-minded girls in the world, and she even told us cheerfully that she had done that with a couple of people before Pa Chai.
Hence, we privately nicknamed her Slut.
In the following days, Bully reported every day on his progress with the slut, first touching her breasts, then her lower body, and in the next few days, starting to “go through the motions”, and then Bully, who was very pleased with himself, told us, the group of friends, that the two of them were going on a camping trip, and that they were going to…
We were tickled to hear it.
So we, the losers, had to coerce him into letting us participate.
Bully had no law but to agree.
But this camping can not only a female right, it is difficult to not the five of us stay in the night next to him and the slut, to see the two of them “do”, so the bully boy asked her to invite a few more, but also attached a sentence: “It is best to look for some of the girls who can go to bed with people. “
It was an unlikely thing to think about, and surprisingly, the slut agreed!
But now the problem arose. One of them was Bald Hair and one of them was me.
Bald hair he is easy to get rid of, as long as you take his girlfriend Kitty to go, only is more a slut those girls do not know people, together the game will be a little awkward.
The real key lies in the fact that I’m a pain in the ass, because I don’t have a girlfriend, and I’m the one who is the best at leading camping activities among the six of us. In addition to the title of King of Covers, I’m even better at setting up camp in the wilderness, so if I’m missing, half of everyone’s excitement will go out of the window.
That said, I’m fine with playing around with girls like that, I don’t have that kind of guts when it comes to real sex.
But Bully was still righteous enough to ask his slut to try to find girls who would look good for me.
I’m starting to feel like a product I can’t sell.
After the start of the negotiations, one day I was in the dormitory with the two of the bully boy, the slut came to him, we noticed that the slut’s body beside an additional girl, long although not as voluptuous as the slut, but her face is beautiful, there is a kind of indescribable temperament.
It was Bully who spoke first: “What is this…?”
“Oh! She’s here to see you about some club business.” The slut said pointing at me.
“Ah… You’re the best in your class, aren’t you?”
Seeing her school name, I suddenly realized, because I had previously heard the slut said her deeds, it turned out that the inconspicuous girl is their class talent, today and the slut to come because she has two academic clubs co-organized activities to discuss with me.
In fact it’s been a tradition for both of our private schools over the years, so I didn’t know her, and I was the assistant organizer of this year’s event.
Although my name was “Vice”, I was the one who presided over some important matters. Firstly, the organizer did not care about the matter at all, and secondly, because of my performance factor, the university authorities tended to leave it to me to handle the matter.
So the slut came along with her to our place and stopped by to have a rendezvous with Bully.
After the girl and I introduced ourselves, Bully Boy was in earshot of the slut, and it wasn’t long before he wanted me and the talented girl to go out and study.
“Hey! Talent,” Bully deliberately emphasized on “Talent”, “just take her out to talk!”
As if kicked out, she and I walked out the door.
“Cut!” Bully Boy locked the door in passing after bringing it with him.
I cursed a “fuck” in my mind.
It’s happened before, and I’ve been locked out for hours.
I was cold on the road while he was in his bedroom nestled in the tenderness of a woman.
I first asked her to go down, originally and she just need to talk about ten or so minutes can be explained clearly, but see bully boy and slut business will spend some more time, so I pretend to be generous to invite that girl to dinner, in addition to solve the livelihood problems, but also by the way to discuss things.
There was no shortage of people pointing at us in the restaurant, even though neither of us was very visible and both of us were plain looking.
Suddenly, I had a whim: “Hey! Some people think we’re a couple. Do you think so?”
Hearing me say that, she shook and looked up, her clear face flushed with a gush of red.
And so we both stagnated for a while.
Then, in a somewhat shaky voice, she said, “Yes… I’m… sorry… it’s very late… thank you for the dinner… I’ll go first…”
As he said this, he stood up to get his book bag and was about to turn and walk away.
I wanted to talk to her a little longer, so in my haste I got up and grabbed her arm.
“What silky smooth skin!” I thought in my mind.
Then with a change of thought realizing that something was wrong and that it was rude to just grab a strange girl, I let go of her and she ran off without looking back.
I yelled behind her, “Will we ever see each other again?”
But she didn’t answer me.
So, I walked down the sidewalk a little lost, thinking back on what had just happened.
“It’s strange, she’s not very good looking, but how did she make me do that…”
When I thought about what I had just done, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for myself, “It’s the first time I’ve ever touched a girl’s hand, it’s so… so soft…” I sighed, “I probably won’t be able to meet her in the future.”
When he returned to his dorm room, Bully Boy had a tired look on his face and was wearing only a pair of underwear.
“Huh? Don’t you have to wait until camping to fuck sluts?”
“Wasn’t on it, was just going through the motions with her earlier.”
I noticed a couple of sheets of toilet paper beside him, surely wiping up the cum he’d ejaculated when he’d just gone over dry.
I went to my desk and suddenly thought of her, so I asked Bully: “Who was that woman just now?”
“What? Isn’t she XXX?”
“Ah… I’m not asking you about that slut! I’m asking who that innocent girl is?”
“Didn’t you ask her?”
“I’m so shy and introverted, how am I supposed to say something like that?”
“‘Shy’, ‘introvert’? I… I don’t know, I’ll ask the slut for you.”
After a moment’s pause, Bachai came over and said, “Yo… the genius is in love… do you like the girl just now? Do you want me to help you?”
“Go on! I only asked you what her name was…”
“Don’t be shy, are you? Don’t you?”
“Go take a bath, stud cow…”
Bully made a fool of himself and walked away to lie back on the bed.
“Pure? Forget it, there’s so much superficiality these days, who knows if she’s still pure now, maybe she’s screwed a dozen guys. What girl is impure when you first meet her? Maybe after a while she’s even hornier than you are…”
“Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi…”
Late at night, when I saw my roommates had fallen asleep, I couldn’t resist the urge to sleep, so I climbed into bed and closed my eyes, but the figure of that girl came into my mind…
I was walking amongst a tall forest, the sunlight was pouring down on the ground, a kind of misty fog was filling the deep forest, suddenly a strong wind blew, blowing the fog away, I opened my eyes and looked forward, in the distance there was a person running, it turned out to be the girl.
She wore a one-piece white robe and ran and jumped across a grassy plain.
There must have been only a white robe, and in the shimmering sunlight I could vaguely see the tips of her red breasts and her bottom.
I’m standing at a distance peering at her.
When she was about 50 meters away from me, her robe was hooked by a short bush, and with a hiss, the whole white robe was torn to shreds, revealing her well-proportioned breasts and plump buttocks.
My brain was so stimulated by this that my entire penis abruptly stood upright.
Naked, she didn’t stop and kept running and hugging me, the clothes on my body disappearing in a flash.
She kissed me passionately, kissing my cheeks with her tongue and lips, and caressing my penis and scrotum with the fingers of both hands, with a slurred voice, “Come on, I need you…”
I was tempted by the intensity of the situation and moved around like a veteran of lovemaking.
My hands grabbed her slim legs and held her private parts apart, thrusting them with my cock and making love standing up.
I grabbed her feet with one hand and held her hips with the other, repeating the pistoning motion with one descending and one ascending motion, while she let out extremely lustful cries of pleasure, screaming under her breath for me to speed up my pumping and deepen my thrusts.
Suddenly the sky and the earth went gray, and she, who was immersed in the lustful pleasures of coitus, suddenly let out a scream that was different from a lewd scream, and after that kept on shouting shrilly and wildly, and she, who was originally crouching on me, raised her hands and grasped her long hair tightly, and began to scream even more piteously, and then her eyes closed, and she collapsed to the ground in a stupor and fell backward.
As she fell to the ground, her slender waist support snapped in two, spewing a tremendous amount of white, viscous fluid from the split.
In my dream I pushed her lower body away in fear while the lower half of her body, as it fell to the floor, her rosy pussy actually turned into an open, bloody mouth that sucked my cum continuously from my glans and replaced it with blood before her pussy maw finally engulfed me as I screamed.
” A.ohh.” I woke up from my dream and realized that I was already sweating profusely.
“Hey, hey, hey! What’s going on? What are you doing up in the middle of the night?” Self-touch rushed at me.
I ignored him and kept gasping, “It’s a dream…”
A day later, Bully said he’d found the right girl for me.
I was shocked and thought, “How can this be? So I asked, “Who is it? How is she?”
“Hey, hey, don’t be so inquisitive… we’ll find out on the day of the camping trip…”
On that day, I boarded the car and looked up and saw her! The girl with whom I had discussed things not long before, and with a quick turn of my brain, I fully realized that this was an arrangement by Bully.
“This guy…” I muttered in my mind.
As I walked down the aisle, I examined her; she was wearing a long blue dress with a white dress on top at this point, and she looked even prettier today than she had that day in her ugly uniform.
She also tied her long hair up, overflowing with playfulness.
As soon as she saw me, she greeted me with a big smile on her face.
Surprisingly nervous, I tiptoed over to sit next to her.
I could smell that she was wearing some perfume, not very strong, light and fresh.
At this point my heart was beating so violently up and down that I had forgotten what I had thought about girls and their opinions.
I peeked out at her from time to time along the way.
“Hey! Saizo, aren’t you the number one Gai Wang in our class? What’s the matter? Can’t you say anything when you see a lady you like?”
“Abracadabra!” I turned to her and smiled innocently, “He was joking… joking…”
And her clean-cut face returned my light smile.
The night was low, and I was the only one who raised the campfire between camps, the rest of the group running off in pairs to cultivate the atmosphere while she helped out beside me.
I don’t know how to stir-fry, so after making the fire and cooking the rice, I had to bother her, and I didn’t think she could prepare dishes, which is rare, but not very tasty that’s all.
When we were ready, I went with her to call the others.
Bully Boy and Slut seemed to be unable to hold back any longer, hiding behind a tree and panting lowly at each other.
By the time she and I spotted the two, I noticed that she seemed a little surprised, as if she didn’t yet know what she was doing on this camping trip.
On the way back, she and I walked in silence with each other, and when I inadvertently made eye contact with her, I realized that there was a look in her eyes that wanted my protection, helpless and weak.
Back at the fire, everyone had already started the game, except for her and I who kept silent and watched the others perform.
Thinking back to today during my camp building process, she was by my side the whole time, asking questions, like a naive little kid, and gradually developed a fondness for her.
I peeked at her clear face as I ate my dinner.
“Are we really going to have sex with her?” I mentally asked, really not wanting to ruin the impression of her innocence.
“What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?”
She noticed me looking at her and then ran her hand down her cheek, her eyes gazing up at me.
“Ah! No, no…” I replied back, my breath a little panicked.
▪ Intercourse camps
Kawada he grabbed Yoshi’s hand and said that the two of him were going for a walk alone, then left the campfire area.
Bully Boy also dragged the slut he had brought back to the tent.
Then Bald Hair and Kitty, Dead Man and Lily, Self Touch and Wen Mei all left, leaving me and her still gathered around the fire.
Neither of us spoke at first, and after a while, the tent was filled with gasps from Bully and Slut.
Feeling a little embarrassed, I gathered my courage, took her hand, and said, “Let’s go to the stream together to see the flowing water, okay?”
She was also red-faced, so she agreed to my invitation.
I just held her hand the whole way, but my heart kept pounding.
Her hands felt good to the touch, softer than they had been a month ago, and I wondered if that was still true of her breasts, and ass.
When he thought of this, his mind rose and fell, and his breath gradually became disorganized.
We both walked to the shore and found a drier rock to sit on.
Listening to the sound of the water, I squinted my eyes to sneak a peek at her, and she, who didn’t look like much during the day, had a charisma that made it impossible to take my eyes off of her at that moment.
Suddenly she turned and stared at me, and for a moment time stood still for both of us.
A little later a gust of evening breeze came in, scooping up the seductive aroma of her body and stirring up my deepest desires.
After I called her name, I pounced on her like a wolf…
I pinned her down, my left hand pressed against her breasts, realizing how soft one’s skin could be, and with my right hand I lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing her smooth white thighs, and her white panties that encased a ripe bottom.
She froze, then began to struggle, but the writhing made her exposed lower body tempt me even more, and the writhing drove her breasts, making them even more delicate and arousing me even more.
My breathing became more rapid and my movements more daring, my left hand rubbing her breasts hard through her blouse, sometimes holding them in the palm of my hand, sometimes grasping and rubbing them with all five fingers.
The penis gradually hardens.
Although she struggled and asked me not to, I ignored her and reached inside her buttocks with my right hand, squeezing and caressing her young buttocks deep inside her panties before pulling them off with my right hand.
The thick, dark, dense pubic hair exposed outside her panties was telling me that she was a full-fledged woman, and her struggling, swinging legs were making her moist red pussy visible, and the pussy that would allow me to move my engorged cock in and out was expanding and floating hungrily as if it wanted me to hurry up and get in and ravage her, to possess her.
For a moment I couldn’t get her panties off, and in my eagerness I simply tore the panties that were obstructing my view, and with my left hand I intensified my play with my breasts, and with the fingers of my right hand I reached out to caress the black triangle, and then moved down to feel her soft labia, and with my middle finger I caressed the opening of her vagina.
As soon as I touched her private parts shortly afterward, her original struggles slowed down until they stopped.
Tilting my head over, I couldn’t see very well in the darkness, but I could tell that she was trembling and sobbing, the mournful sobs and the slow trembling of her body demanding that I stop the aggression.
I struggled internally, and in the end reason overcame lust.
I stopped to see what was wrong with her, and with my left hand I moved her face to meet mine, and found her with tears in her eyes, her delicate body trembling, and her mouth muttering “No”.
Seeing it like this, swiftly, I couldn’t bear to see it.
Then I left her with my hands and sat up with my back to her.
She then sobbed even more when she saw that I wasn’t going to continue, tucked her legs up, pulled down the long skirt I’d tugged up to cover her bottom, straightened her dress then sat upright.
After a long time, I heard her stop crying, so I looked up at the stars and said, “If you don’t want it, why did you come camping with us?”
I was like chastising a little girl who had done something wrong, and she scowled.
So the two of us just kept sitting there, silent with each other.
We were both on the bank, not moving a muscle as the water gurgled by.
After an unknown amount of time, she slowly spat out the words, “I really can’t.” Then she buried her head into her arm and cried again.
I’m most afraid of a girl’s tears, and I began to feel bad, so I said alone, “A good girl like you should have known better than to come to this kind of camping. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, I’m really sorry, I’m really sorry, I’m really sorry, I’m really sorry…”
When I finished, I turned my head to look at her, and she remained in her original position unchanged and didn’t say anything back.
Seeing that she was ignoring me, I felt a little annoyed and stopped bothering her.
The starry sky was brilliant, and in the quiet mountains, the lewd cries of Bully Boy and that slut getting it on right in the middle of the night came from the campsite in the distance, causing great echoes in the silent valley.
I had to concentrate very hard not to think about the two of them in order to screen out the annoying grunts, but it seemed like I could hear Kawada and Fang making love in the distance in the forest, along with Bald Hair and the others.
It seemed as if the gusts of echoes were converging on me, demonstrating to me, moaning to me about how much they and they were drifting.
The more I listen to the more angry, the more I think the more angry, if I had known that I would not come to this what the hell camping, their own one person nestled in the dormitory, looking at nude photos, watching A film, really can not stand it on the side of the side of the gun, over the more happy, the results fell to the present one person sitting here, can not do anything.
To think that the day after tomorrow I will have to listen to them bragging about how brave they are and how much they have made them die of lust is a real #@$%!
The next morning, the other pairs disappeared early in the morning and went off to make out somewhere.
So the job of cooking fell back on me.
I’m doing it internally while I’m organizing it.
I noticed at this point she stepped out of the tent and stepped toward the stream.
I winced; originally I had been assigned to sleep in that tent with her, and since something as unpleasant as yesterday had happened, I had taken my sleeping bag alone and gone to sleep by the fire.
After she went to the stream to freshen up a bit, I noticed from a distance that she put her long, tied-up hair down and then walked toward me to come sit beside me.
I ignored her as if I were gambling.
For a long time, not a single word came out between the two of us.
Then I sneezed and she surprised me by draping her jacket over me and saying something like, “Thanks for not doing anything to me yesterday.”
As soon as I heard this, I was first astonished, and was about to call out to her, but she turned at that moment and ran into the tent, and under the light of the morning sun, with her long, flowing hair and lithe figure, I was so astonished that I forgot to call out to her.
After lunch in the car I have been watching her, she is sentimental but always seem to avoid my gaze, so that I deepen my special feelings for her.
“Could I be in love with her?” I cross-examined myself skeptically.
■ Act II School
When we got back to school, Bully was the first one to make an issue of it: “Wow! It was the first time I got a blowjob, and it was a real treat. I fought with her for hundreds of rounds, and she was screaming for mercy. I was going to make her beg for mercy on her knees, but I didn’t realize that this slut would use this trick. I have never had this experience, sucking a two or three times on the leak, so she thought I can not, this week must be again about her out, a good job again, I do not believe that the second time will not work! Heh heh, but this is the first time I’ve had such a good time with a slut. In the past, those girls would just touch their tits, thrust their holes, and rub them until they came, but this is the first time I’ve ever had such a proactive girl…”
Bully closed his eyes and began to daydream about that night.
Then since touching the face of sadness said: “dry! Look at Wen, she’s so small and coquettish, I thought she was not a virgin, but her hole is so wide that I don’t know how many guys she’s had sex with, but she doesn’t have a very tight feeling when I fuck her…”
“You’re too skinny for that one, aren’t you! Hahaha.”
Self-touching glared at him, and said: “Her grandmother, also do not know and which ‘big bird’ on the past, this is really one of the damage to my male prestige, otherwise that ‘hole’ how so wide. In addition, the most serious, oooh, the old man’s innocence have been cheated.”
“Ha, forget it! It’s not as if the big bucks are being spent on the wrong people.”
“My condolences, think of her as someone who was relieved of the money she spent on her last whorehouse visit.”
“Ugh! Fuck you!”
Bald hair then said: “Hey! You are not emotionally based, to do love can not be called really cool, or like me and Qiqi is to talk about sex out of the side. Bazai that is called cool? Which part of Kitty’s body I haven’t kissed or rubbed with my dick? Not to mention oral sex, anal sex, breast sex, I don’t know how many times. But this was the first time I had sex with her outdoors, in the cool water… ah ah ah ah… it was so good… even thinking about it gives me an erection… do you want me to teach you a few tricks?”
“In love? Who in the class doesn’t know that Kitty was bought by you with money, ha…”
“Hahaha! A lecher!”
Baldy saw that I didn’t join in the discussion, “Hey, Saizo, didn’t you go too? How was it?”
I leaned back in my chair, rested my chin in my hand, and shook my head: “Oh, don’t say it, just don’t let me get it on,” I said, a bit reluctantly, in rueful terms: “Too soft-hearted.”
“Stupid! Won’t you force yourself on me?”
“I used it!”
“You can’t get it on even though you’ve used it. She must have ruined you… Take it off and let us see…”
“Hey, don’t touch! What was wasted, I was seeing that she really didn’t want it, so…”
“Stupid! You really believe she’s in the room?”
“Come on! What’s so good about going on a camping trip like that? Maybe she’s pretending to be pure to give you a special experience…”
“This…”
“Stupid… I’ve read until I’m short…”
I was starting to get a little annoyed as the crowd talked more and more.
“Huh~~ It’s a lot of me!” Even though I said that, I didn’t believe that her actions that night could have fooled me, not to mention the next morning…
After this camping trip, I seemed to be the only one of the boys left in the class who was still in the room.
“Forget it!”
Although my mouth is so, but in fact the inner heart is still looking forward to have such an opportunity, the boys well! It’s too fake to say that you’re not interested in this stuff, not to mention that at this age, it’s very easy for us to have some thoughts about the opposite sex.
I thought to myself, “What’s the fun of being in a sorority if I don’t have a “hard-on” for the opposite sex?
So after that time, I didn’t participate in any of the class fellowships, and I was still full of sighs myself as I watched people in my class come out in pairs and experience it more than once.
Later, when some people saw how unhappy I was and couldn’t stand it anymore, they wanted to introduce me to a girlfriend, but I refused, and I even had a schoolgirl suggest that if I didn’t have a girlfriend, she would… I don’t know why, but it was like making up for something I had done wrong, and I kept thinking to myself, “If, after that incident, that girl’s fear was so great that it created a shadow in her heart and made her afraid of men, that would be a great sin on my part.
For peace of mind, I’m perfectly capable of not sororitizing or having a girlfriend.
I then died of the idea that I could have a fling in high school.
That said, once this heart is quiet, reading is also gradually improved, began to top the list.
When we entered our senior year of high school, we, a group of diehards, clashed with the housemaster and the instructor over the A-books being found, so we all moved out and found a house near the school, still living together.
The days of my senior year of high school were compact and busy, and I had been busy with my joint college exams, and although the guys ate and lived together, I gradually felt detached from the colorful ones.
■ShaoLight is easy to pass
Day in and day out, Bully remains the same, fishing for pussy, cheating on pussy, and starting with that slut, Bully has also started to “fuck pussy”.
He felt that there are still many women in the world, vowing not to get married until they have inserted a thousand “holes”, and changing girlfriends has become a common occurrence, often after a short period of time they both break up, but the two of them also get along well, because they are all girlfriends who are extremely open-minded!
But he insisted on not playing with small, love-struck girls because, according to him, “it’s never over after you’ve fucked them.”
In over a year, nothing has happened, so I don’t know how he’s using birth control with those girls. The number of girls he’s slept with, leaving aside the fact that their openness to sex doesn’t appeal to me, is close to twenty.
But this can be agonizing, because I have to go out from time to time and give up my room to them to mess with, especially when I’m alone in the sluggish north wind.
In the future, I simply stayed in school late to study, so much so that even I, the person who stayed in the dormitory most often, wasn’t sure what Bully Boy’s sexual partners looked like later on.
Bald Hair and Qiqi have fixed time parties with each other, naturally, they do it in some high-class hotels (or else add these two, won’t I even go back to my dormitory?). Afterward, Bald Hair usually sends something to Qiqi, anyway, Bald Hair’s family has a lot of money and can afford to spend so and so.
That’s why I often wonder if Qiqi is just interested in Bald Hair’s money, and that’s why the two of them hang out with each other.
The truth is good, these two people as early as half a year ago on the blow, bald hair reason: afraid of Kitty pregnant, began to use the “raincoat”, but Kitty thought bald hair in the play her only, not really want to stay with her, they are determined to make a separation.
Originally I felt this strange, quite Xi stilts, and finally, as expected, six months ago, bald hair family began to thoroughly investigate bald hair the destination of the cost of living, and his implementation of “economic sanctions”, Qiqi can not get the benefits of the natural need to break up Luo.
Kitty’s moved on, living with a man who has been out of the community, and is now a few months pregnant, and this has made Bald Hair depressed for a while.
The self-touching encounter was the most dramatic yet.
He and Wenmei had only played that one time a year ago, and a month ago Wenmei she and her family came to him out of the blue, saying that she was pregnant with his child and was about to give birth, and wanted him to be responsible.
In this way, the poor self-touch no defense, was planted and dropped out of school. Worse still, must marry Wenmei as his wife, but Wenmei is a few of our brothers privately assessed as “all the man can husband” woman, than the slut’s evaluation is even lower, this is mainly because the slut will also choose to choose her look at the eye of the person to do, and Wenmei is not to be rejected, it is said that there was not enough money to buy a piece of clothing and a dress store owner to have sex, and so on and so forth, and so on and so forth. The list goes on and on.
It’s all his fault for being so ignorant of the human condition that after playing with Wen, he was so happy to go around broadcasting and leaving photos to prove that they had made love.
Now Wen is pregnant after having sex with someone else, and the man says it’s Wen’s and someone else’s child, and is not willing to take responsibility or pay for an abortion. When Wen Mei is in a hurry, she wants to find a scapegoat in case of emergency, because her family is not willing to help her raise a child, and so is she. Therefore, the solution is to get married, regardless of whether he has any feelings for her or not, anyway, just find someone to marry first, and then get divorced, in this way, the child is also rid of, and she is also easy to get rid of.
So it’s the self-touching downer who even admitted to having an affair with her.
But there’s no way around it, or people will sue him for abandonment.
What is more regrettable is that he did not think of the time difference in favor of the conditions, and so found when the Wen Mei early with a divorce expenses mess “fly”.
I thought he had sworn that he would play with all the women in the world, but it turned out that his women were played with by all the men in the world, woo hoo.
As for Deadman and Lily, they actually became lovers after that camping trip.
The dead man who didn’t sleep for the last sixteen hours of the day was actually staying up for the first time in his life to write love letters, and his eyes were wide open and glazed over thinking about Lily in class.
Since then, we Windy Six have realized the greatness of the power of love.
More noteworthy is that these two people are very pragmatic, after the senior year of high school can not continue, despite the opposition of the family, drop out of school to go out to work together, live together, just like a couple.
At first I thought they were merely joking around, or even gambling with their families, and that it wouldn’t be long before they would surely separate over broken dreams.
But the two proved to be stronger in love because of their independence, and more of one mind because of their difficult lives.
The last time the dead man came back, he said in high spirits that if they saved enough money, they would open a flower store and get married and have a boy and a girl.
We were left jaw-dropped, dumbfounded, and in tears at what was said.
Ever since that Yoshi guy invited Kawada from our dormitory to live together, his condition has been unknown, he doesn’t even come to class, and we only found out that he’s missing when his family recently killed the school to get him.
But after Kawada came back to the dormitory six months ago with an emaciated face and borrowed money from us, we officially lost contact.
Therefore, there is nothing we can do about his family’s persistent pleas and intimidation for us to reveal Kawada’s whereabouts.
It was only later, from what his family told the school, and the tutors rolling back to our ears, that we learned that Fanny had never lived there at all.
After graduation, I went on to college with no problem.
Deadman and Lily really do have a flower store, and business isn’t bad.
Perhaps due to the years of her debt, or perhaps it is better to say that miss, I did not like the general college students, like a male dog in heat after the university wild girlfriends, just nestled in the field of knowledge, try to make themselves full.
And I stayed at Deadman’s whenever I could, not only because I had nowhere better to go, but also because I still fit in better with my high school deadbeat friends.
I had asked Lily how the girl was doing, but the help Lily could give me was extremely limited, because on the one hand Lily she had dropped out of school halfway through the year, and on the other hand Lily didn’t have a lot of friendships with goody-goody girls like that. All Lily could tell me was what subjects she liked, how good her grades were, and how many times she had been a model student.
When I hear these things, all I can do is laugh bitterly, and talking about it is the same as not helping.
As the first semester of my freshman year went by, I don’t know why I missed her more than ever, but all I could do was think about her, look at the pictures we took together, and wish very much that I could see her.
■ Meeting again
One day, skipping class to go out for a break, when I walked to the College of Letters, I was surprised to see her, the girl I “raped” during the camping trip, I never imagined she would also be admitted to this room.
“Great, I’ve been holed up in science school, no wonder I can’t see her.”
Overjoyed, I ran over and struck up a conversation with her.
As soon as she saw that it was me, all the embarrassing memories of the past came to her, and she blushed scarlet, and then, looking at me with a reproachful look, and therefore not too fond of flinging herself at me, she left me alone and hastened away.
Come to think of it, I really did such embarrassing things to her in the past, it’s only right that people hate me.
But I went back, “endocrine disorders began”, crazy obsessed with her, and over the years, as the days passed by, the thought of her is growing every day.
When I told my high school buddies about my long term plan to marry her, we all looked surprised, even though I was warned later that it was okay to play with that kind of girl, but not to be a wife, and that it would be a good thing to be criticized for going on that kind of camping trip, and that self-touching was also a warning to me not to be foolish, not to be unlucky like him being planted by Wen, why should I be too affectionate to a girl that I had only been with for a few days? Why should he fall too deeply in love with a girl he’s only been with for a few days?
However, it was a great opportunity, for she had not yet been taken by any one, and so I resolved to pursue her.
The words of my best friend only made my mind even more confused.
When I was in high school, I always thought that my future girlfriend and wife should be how pure and clean, how to not eat the earth, in other words, like the ancient times like not to leave the house, the only husband is from the more white is that it must not have contact with any male love virgins.
But when love comes, I don’t know what to do, and I even hypnotized myself before making a decision about how she’s so indiscreet, how many men she’s been with since that camping trip, and how you still like her.
But whenever I see her in the campus, but let me more like her, and even when I see her bright smile, the whole day, the spirit of the spirit for a lift, all kinds of trouble left behind, my joy and sorrow with her joy and sorrow and dance, and this unrequited love makes me more hold, her deep love of the eyes finally make me collapse.
So I started to “put the word out” and act on it.
This day was a month after I met her by chance at the College of Arts and Letters.
At first, freshman year was a stranger, the next year was a friend, the year immediately following was a close friend, and the last year after graduation I took her home with me to see my family and friends, and she announced our relationship to her family.
It’s the simple love that’s truly timeless, and we didn’t have the ethical tragedy of love that the TV stations make out to be impossible.
We had neither love rivals, nor family resistance, nor episodes of incest that had been committed by friends and relatives of both families.
Everything was slow but doubly cozy.
By the time I was on the eve of my enlistment, I was afraid that she would leave me, and I tried to make love to strengthen my ties to her.
But after all, with a personality like mine, I never dared to bring it up, and I was more than sure that even if I did, she would never say yes, just like the night five years ago.
But as the day of my military service approached, my moods and apprehensions rose and fell even more.
It wasn’t until the night before we went north that we both had our last date.
It was after 10 p.m. and the two of them went for a night stroll along the river.
There weren’t many pedestrians along the river, and with the dim streetlights, I looked at her, but with an unspoken concern.
She already had a job, while I had no financial base at all; it was too much of a disadvantage for me to be able to come down to be with her only once in a few weeks during the time I was in the army, but her male colleagues around her could share her affection at any time.
I pondered, and before I knew it, I was gazing out of my mind.
“What’s with the moping?” She asked, looking back at me from about five meters ahead of me.
“Nothing… I’m leaving you tomorrow… I’m a bit sad to see you go…” I replied slowly.
“Are you worried about me?”
She placed her hands behind her back and came over to gaze at me.
“Uh…”
I knew this was my last chance and I couldn’t afford not to take it. So I walked away from her and headed towards the river guardrail alone, and as I did, I slowly voiced the concerns that were on my mind.
When I finished, I turned to look at her.
“You. Can. Wait. Me. This. Two. Years. Do…”
I read it word for word.
Time, it seemed, was frozen in this moment.
After hearing this, she trembled slightly as if she had been struck abruptly, and then, without saying a word, she walked to me with a serious and affirmative pace, took the initiative to stretch out her hands and encircle my neck, and in the dim light of the street lamps, regardless of the attention of passers-by, gave me a deep kiss that I did not dare to hope for when I was in college.
She then snuggled into my arms, her body shaking, her voice sobbing: “Do you not believe me? I don’t know how to express my love for you anymore…”
When she finished speaking she looked up at me, and true and crystallized teardrops rolled down her cheeks in a loving manner.
I wiped the tears from her face with my fingers before they both hugged tightly again, “I know, Darling…”
Life in the military was like a desert and I had her as an oasis.
God blessed us with a strong bond, and it was not easy for us to finally be with her again after we finished our military service.
And I didn’t dare to slack off, I immediately looked for a job, although the process was not very smooth, but still became a working person.
It wasn’t until I got a job, got a little financial footing, and was slightly able to compare myself to her that I began my second step in my marriage plan.
Whenever I was on vacation, I would go to her house to visit her, and if I got paid, I would buy her gifts, write her letters, send her flowers, sing her songs, and so forth.
Because of the good relationship with her family, they all welcome me as an “outsider”, especially her five-year-old cousin, who often asks me when my big sister is going to marry my big brother, causing her cheeks to blush.
And from time to time, her parents have hinted to me that she’s marriageable for her age, and that it’s better to decide sooner rather than later.
But it’s not that I didn’t bring it up, but she always brushed it off with “just wait a while”.
Finally, a year and a half after I started working, she agreed to marry me after I don’t know how many times she proposed to me, and that day was the same day I met her in the dormitory.
I was stunned at the deliberate coincidence and realized how much she cherished the day she and I first met, so we chose the date of our camping trip eight years ago to get married.
The night before we were both to be married, the words of my dead friend bubbled up into my mind one by one, and all the worries that I had been willfully ignoring for several years because of my sweet love came flooding back to me.
It’s like it’s kind of impossible to get rid of this sense of imperfection, even though it’s pretty much mentally prepared for it.
Although I often go to her home, and her cover the sky, and explain the word, the topic of almost all the talk, but I never asked about the previous situation of her dating word, I do not know whether she has had boyfriends, and there are a number of times I want to ask her face to face whether she is a virgin, and even on the eve of the wedding, the two of us saw the last, in the moonlight after kissing, reluctant to say goodbye to the end of the after the other, simply almost proposed.
While it may have sent no impact on my self-hypnosis about this aspect over the years, I finally had to admit that traditional machismo was still in my heart.
There were even times when I dreamed in my dreams that my she was with another man, while lost and bewildered all day.
Not to mention the fact that I love her so much now that I can’t live without her, and I don’t want to hurt her.
This kind of thing would at best snicker at me for being careful if it hadn’t happened to her, but what if she had been?
She and I would have had some sort of rift and generation gap and would never have been able to be honest with each other.
So this bet I have not played since.
As I tossed and turned in bed, I finally realized, “Forget it, what I want is for her to love me now and take care of me after marriage, regardless of whether she’s a virgin or not, regardless of her past…”
At this point I was lying in bed, verbalizing this.
“… It’s a lie to say you don’t care at all…”
My thoughts turned.
“Ah… ah… don’t think about such boring things…”
I covered my head with a pillow and cursed me my self harshly.
Yet for no reason at all there was a sense of loss that haunted me for a long time.
I know I still have some regrets.
■Relief
The night of the wedding, I picked her up in front of the bathroom door, fresh from the shower, and carried her to bed.
I gazed at her under the dim art light, the red cheeks still, only she had become my wife, she would not run, and I would not let her slip from my arms.
I kissed her cheeks and lifted her pretty face with both hands, saying, “Eight years ago I really wouldn’t have thought you would be my future wife, when I was just holding a playful mindset.”
I brought my face forward and kissed her on her vermilion lips.
Hands slipped into her robe, sliding over her stomach and resting on her breasts.
She squirmed uncomfortably and pouted, “So now you want to just have some fun too?”
I squeezed her breasts, so soft, tender and smooth, much fuller than eight years ago.
“Yeah!” I joked as I slid my left hand down to her hip.
“What!” She stared almond-eyed.
I sealed her lips again, wrapped my arms around her waist and rolled on the bed, pushed my tongue deep into her mouth and lips, sucked her juices from my mouth, and then said to her, “Don’t I have to play you ‘now’?”
“Yeah! Bummer!” She laughed softly.
“Then come again!” I said.
While her right hand was fondling the tips of both breasts, her left hand was removing her bathrobe.
Well-proportioned, slender breasts were born with two pink nipples on top of them, and the fiery areolas seemed eager for me to lick her and suck her.
White patter’s legs were tackled by me while she slightly covered them with a slight lift of her legs, as if embarrassed to be seen by me.
The dark tufts of massed hair had grown wider in the intervening eight years, and in the darkness was the wet privates, which were gradually rippling up my lower body.
The feeling of caressing that place eight years ago comes to mind, and I wonder if it’s still slightly wet?
I reached out and stroked her with my fingers, and she shuddered slightly and said with a slightly sharp breath, “This action has been affecting me for eight years now.”
I answered her, “My dear, what a fright you had eight years ago…”
Then the fingers stroked her there more gently, slowly, gradually moistening.
As my fingers caressed her, she trembled slightly and looked at me with affection, smiling a little bitterly. I nibbled on the tip of her ear: “I’m… sorry…” Then I buried my head in her chest, feeling her trembling with my cheeks, breathing in the scent of her body through my nose, and sucking on the tips of her breasts with my lips and my tongue. exquisite flavor.
I pressed myself against her breasts and in a bit of a panic removed the clothes from my body.
Then I propped myself up on my hands and stared at each other with her.
At this time, her clear face was flushed with a wisp of red, but she looked even more delicate.
Because I had seen her when she was young, and had caressed her as a teenager, I felt more of her maturity and femininity, and it drove me wild and mesmerized me.
More importantly, the two of us could already be united in name only, and for me, who had been pursuing her for several years, this reserved first night was all the more treasured because it was still not easy to come by after all!
I laced the fingers of her hands with hers and lifted her arms, stretching them up and then pressing them against the side of the pillow, so that they were propped up against the bed with their palms.
She cooperated by spreading her legs wide so that I was positioned between her legs before squirming so that the penis could enter her vagina with just a slight forward push.
That’s how we both maintained it for a while.
During this time, we both waited silently for each other.
My eyes must have been so full of desire that she could not look me in the eye; occasionally, when they touched each other, she blushed shyly.
This period of stillness, like a request for permission to enter her, I took my time and waited for her to get mentally ready, she was mine from now on anyway, there was really no need to rush the moment, I mentally urged.
In a matter of moments, the trembling of her whole body due to the accidental touching of the glans on her labia intensified once again, and my penis rolled with excitement.
The moment of intercourse finally arrives, and like understanding that what’s done is done after all, she gives a slight nod of her head, signaling that I can enter her, and then closes her eyes, squeezes her lips tightly shut, and takes a deep breath, her voice soft but a little strained.
At this point it was my turn to shiver, and I was surprised that I didn’t dare to enter her right away.
I closed my eyes and thought about what I had seen on the video, and with a mixture of excitement and nervousness, I slowly pushed my hips forward, penetrating the thin membrane, and waited until I was in her soft, warm, wet pussy, before I let go of the big stone in my heart.
After eight years of haunting me, she was perfect after all.
These days, she is always my fantasy partner when I masturbate.
In our fantasies, we were rolling around making love under a starry night sky, with the faint starlight reflecting on her soft breasts, the quiet grass was filled with our coital gasps, and after our orgasms, we embraced each other and fell into a deep sleep on the grass…
I pumped slowly, the walls of my vagina were a bit tight, but that made my glans even more pleasurable, and my beloved opened her mouth slightly, letting out a small gasp, and each time I inserted my penis whole, I could feel the shuddering of this initial discomfort from the contact of my lower body…
I fantasized that in a shallow lake with no one around, she was lying naked on a spring-drenched boulder, with her breasts pushed up due to the curved surface of the rock for me to knead and suck on, with her legs spread for me to control and move in and out of, and then finally, with the roar of the waterfall, I would shoot millions of sperm into her, and then fall into the shallow pool, exhausted from the passion…
I gradually accelerated my strokes, her moans grew louder, and the waterbed of the hotel shifted as we pushed and shook, making the sound of water flowing…
I’ve also fantasized about the two of us taking a bath in the bathroom, with her squatting next to me on my back, bending over and sucking on my cock, and then she couldn’t help herself as she sat on my standing cock, while I held her breasts from behind, and with both of us panting furiously, we had an intense coupling, and reached an orgasm when the water in the bath was so strong that… I gripped her hands tightly, and the speed of my thrusts reached a rapid pace, and my body was almost pressed against hers… My body was almost pressed against hers.
She was panting softly and rapidly, tiny beads of sweat were beading on her face, her breasts were swaying back and forth dripping with sweat from my entering and exiting her, and the nipples on her breasts were touching back and forth on my chest like fingertips… I had also fantasized that we were already a couple, and that we were already a couple, and that we were already in the kitchen, and that we had pushed our lower bodies on the kitchen counter against her young buttocks while she was busy preparing dinner, and that we would enter behind her in a hurry and reach out and hold the peaks of her tits with our hands behind her back They rubbed her breasts passionately up and down, gasping at the sound of frying fish, enjoying the pleasure of their brother rubbing against his sister, ejaculating at the same time as the pot of soup overheated, and then eating their charred dinner naked at the table… I could feel how wet the area was where we met, and the softness of my pussy stimulated my red glans, sending electric currents of passionate lovemaking through it and into my brain. My heart seemed to rise with every stroke.
Opening my eyes, I looked at the place where we were mingling, the crystalline fluid flowing from her pussy, covering her labia as I moved my cock in and out, moistening her crimson pussy and allowing my glans to move in and out of her with minimal friction.
It was my first time and her first time, and it was so good for me, I wonder if she felt the same way?
As time passed, I began to feel a sense of fatigue, but the momentum of my pumping slowed down, and her chants came out intermittently along with the pumping.
We were both dominated by the pleasure of intercourse.
Gradually, my consciousness began to blur, and the lower half of my body backfilled with heat, full of millions of spermatozoa poised to explode. I was thrusting into her with all my might, and her legs were wrapped tightly around my waist, and the closer I got to the moment of eruption the tighter she clamped down.
The two violently shaking men, along with the push of the waterbed, resembled a landslide or a volcanic eruption.
Finally, the final blow came, I pushed my penis into her, I didn’t have the strength or time to pull it out again, and then the world came to an end, the whole earth exploded as we both let out our last screams at the same time, and all consciousness ceased to exist…
I let go of my grip on her palm, my deflated body crouching over her in its entirety, my stray, rapid breaths gradually returning to normal.
She opened her arms and hugged me tightly, her mouth mingling with vaguely recognizable gasps for me not to leave her.
In this moment, I feel like I really am the happiest person in the world.
After a gush of ejaculatory pleasure, I stuck out my tongue to meet hers, nimbly touching each other, and then sucking passionately deep into each other’s mouths and lips.
I don’t know how much time passed, but the two of us remained in a tight embrace, deeply afraid of losing the Dunlop we had just experienced.
Eventually the heat died down and we both reluctantly parted ways.
She lay on her side on my chest, her right foot straddling my lower back so that where passion had been not so long ago could still be joined, her long hair clinging to my chest in a messy way from the sweat.
My left breast was attached to my chest and my vagina was clamped around my cock that was limp inside her.
I reached out and leaned in with my right hand and pinched and stroked the tip of her right breast with my fingers.
It wasn’t long before she sneezed slightly.
“Cold?” I pulled the thin quilt aside and covered her shoulders.
“Husband,” she asked me, “do you really love me?”
“Well… I’m the only one in the world…” I replied lazily, before placing a kiss on her tangled hair.
She smiled contentedly.
“What about you?” I asked her rhetorically, and she didn’t answer.
“Honey, do you know why I went on that camping trip eight years ago?” She said, nestled in my arms, slightly puzzled.
“Right! Why did you want to go? Why do you want to go to a sleepover… where the intentions are so obviously bad?”
Suddenly, I remembered the stream eight years ago, and many dead friends said “ghost words”, the heart began to feel uneasy, the tone turned hard.
Because that’s really not the kind of place a girl should go to… Is it possible that she’s not really well-behaved by nature… It’s true what Bhaiyya said.
So, even if she gave me her first night, but she’d had many “fucks” with other men before that, that “virginity” meant nothing to me!
If I had to choose, I would rather she had lost her virginity because she was persistent in love but met an unlucky man than a woman who only held on to the last layer of her “membrane” and left the rest of her “open”.
Thinking about this, somehow I began to feel that the importance of mutual love and spiritual steadfastness far outweighed physical perfection.
“What’s wrong?” She looked up at me tenderly, apparently not feeling the shift in my tone.
Then she pressed her whole chest against mine and squirmed her breasts a little, deliberately stimulating me, and abruptly I felt my cock, still inside her, harden again.
She kissed me on the lips with a smile on her face and said to me in a contented and happy tone, “I’ve always believed that you would be my husband without having a boyfriend.”
“Huh?”
“I was already in love with you then, I just went there so I could meet you!”
Then she got up and faced me, raising one arm in front of me: “It’s just that I didn’t know you’d do this to me that night, so I’m very sad that the person I like is a…”
She pointed her finger at me and smiled brightly, saying, “… big pervert…”
“Yeah! You’re…”
She sealed me with her lips so that I couldn’t go on, and I understood what she meant and said no more, rolling over with the momentum and pinning her down again.
“That’s good! I’ll ask for my share back now along with the one I didn’t make the other day!”
At this time, her smile was even more beautiful: “Ah… pervert…”
And so the prince and the princess lived happily ever after…