Jhon and I are sitting on a wooden swing. It's spacious enough for us to be able to fit in. While we talk, there are students taking picture of us around like we're some sort of celebrities and I feel like I'm really a celebrity right now. As usual, Jhon has his right arm wrapped around my shoulder. I see his tattoo on his hand is almost invisible that if I won't look at it closer, I would think that it's gone already.
I can't wait to bring the good news to Tyler and celebrate it later in my bed. I really miss his touch so much. The way he moans my name while he's thrusting in and out of my hole and the way he groans in utter pleasure every time he sprouts his warm seeds inside.
When Jhon leans in my ear to whisper something, everyone covers their mouth to take the edge off their scream
