"You only WISH that Trump could speak as well as President Obama."
Although I wish it was Ryan in my arms, I enjoyed Justin. Who knows, I can see myself with him. I better go though, it was barely light outside, really early in the morning, I shimmied out from under Justin and he just turned over. I got dressed as quietly as I could and headed for the door.
I noticed Aian had received a text from Ryan. "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Great, he probably thinks I'm dead somewhere. Would I tell him about my sleepover Thr Justin.
Or should I keep it a secret. Something told me I shouldn't lie to Ryan, but something else said, its none of his damn business...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑