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Alan and I have been friends since elementary school. I never saw anyone like Alan, someone who, no matter what he tried, he always got caught, doing the wrong thing, doggystyle saying the wrong thing, or just acting wrong. I did everything I could throughout our life long friendship to guide him. Of course, Alan only learned the hard way. I would give him sage advice and he would do something completely different. Alan would go left when a street sign said, ‘right turn only’ and of course, Alan would get caught and get a ticket for his lack of listening. By now, you’re probably wondering if Alan and I were friends from elementary school, how did I just come into the picture between high school graduation and the first year of college? Well, it’s a bit complicated, but let me try to simplify the story as much as possible. Even though Alan and I were friends, Alan only had me, Davis Jones, and Roger Smithers as people he could call asian his friends. I would be social with him, occasionally have lunch with him, and of course, try to help him to not get caught all the time. But, of course, as I said before Alan always got caught. It wasn’t until Davis moved away when his Father chased a job out of state and Roger’s parents were killed in a horrific traffic accident that forced him to go live with his Grandmother in another state. That left me, the last of Alan’s friends. Between Homecoming and Senior Prom, my involvement with Alan went from occasionally having lunch to him to riding with me to school, changing his class schedule to match as much of mine as he could get, and sitting with me every day at lunch. Alan’s Mother came and picked us up from school daily. His Mother would take me home and drop me off. Alan always asked if he could come over and that we could do homework together. At first, I tried to sidestep the homework, but after many pushes from my Mother, I finally relented. I didn’t really understand why my Mother wanted me to hang out with Alan, but she seemed to be relatively happy seeing Alan and I hanging out together. Of course, Dad and Mom were fighting like cats and dogs and the inevitable ending to their marriage was close at hand. Oddly, one afternoon in late March, my Mother told me to take the car and head across town to this small market to get ‘fresh tuna steaks’ that were on sale for some dramatically discounted price for anyone who would buy 10 pounds or more. Mom stuffed money in my hand and told me to get over there as quickly as possible since the price was so good, she didn’t amateur want to miss the sale. I took the car and drove across town, nearly 25 miles one way, stop light to stop light. There was no quick way to get there on a busy Thursday afternoon after school right at the beginning of rush hour. While I was sitting at a traffic light, my cell phone buzzed. It was from Alan. “Hey there Alan, what’s going on?” I asked. “I’m here at your house and your Mom says she sent you on an errand, when do you think you’ll be back?” He asked me. “Well, this traffic is horrible. Mom wants some sort of tuna steaks from this little market across town. Traffic is moving slower than molasses. I’m guessing that I won’t be home for at least an hour and a half, maybe anal even as long as two hours.” I told Alan. “Well, then I guess I’ll see you tomorrow at school then,” he said to me before hanging up. I was so frustrated with the traffic, that I began Hardcore to worry that the store would be out of Mom’s tuna steaks before I even got there. I trudged along trying to catch the cycle of lights to find more green ones. I pushed every yellow light that I could to get further along. All in all, it took me just a bit over an hour to even get to this market. Once inside, the line was crazy long, however, I was thankful that very few people were in line for what I wanted. Most were in line for this special they had on Angus beef at $2.99 a pound if you bought 20 pounds or more, but there was a limit of 50 pounds. The air conditioning in the store was either not working or was not strong enough to handle all the customers sweating inside the store. I stood in line for about a half an hour before I finally got to the seafood guy to get my Mom’s tuna steaks. Amy started groaning that she was going to cum soon. It’s fucking awful. Her cries were screams now, high, hoarse and desperate, filtering through a voice that Hardcore had once been so lovely. They would submit to you thinking someone else has the video. “Quiet.” Lyn said, doggystyle as she slid off my cock and into the bed beside me. I was just too dazed to say anything. Making them jiggles even with that shiny latex layer wrapping around her ass. 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