“I want to be pregnant forever. I can't believe how sensitive I am! I must have cum five or six times in that one!"

But while she was giggling, I started sniffling and then pinched my eyebrows together as I buried my forehead into her back and tried to quench my sobbing.

“oh, David, Not again..." Cherys started to turn, with some effort. She was carrying around a few dozen extra pounds after all. Eventually, she managed to flip around so that she was lying on her side, face-to-face with me.

“You know. It's such a killjoy when you start crying after amazing sex." She rubbed my cheek and pulled my head to her cleavage, always a happy place for me to be.

I shuddered and managed to stop the whimpering. Then taking several long breaths, I got myself under control while Cherys stroked my hair and rubbed her tits into my face.

“Are you thinking about her again?" Cherys asked sweetly.

I sniffled and nodded, inadvertently rubbing my nose along her right breast.

She sighed and said, "Why don't you just go over there and tell her you want to get back together. You KNOW she wants you back. And *I* know she wants you back. Did I tell you we ran into each other last week?"

I peeked my head up to look at Cherys.

"I can't. She's she's Amber. She's not just another pretty girl. She's a girl I have history with."

"You have history with E-Beth. That never bothered you before."

“E-Beth never hurt me like this. I just... I can't. She's Amber."

Cherys sighed again and went back to stroking my head.

I was slightly zoned out, staring off into nothingness for minutes at a time. Fortunately, flipping burgers isn't rocket science and my lapses in attention had no major adverse effects.

“Dude? Where are the fireworks?"

I rolled my eyes.

“They're illegal, Kevin.” or

“Kev,"" Jen sighed.

“Grow up." “ALL I'm saying is that it's not a Fourth of July barbecue without fireworks."

Jen snorted.

“This from the guy who set himself on fire when he was fifteen."

Kevin chuckled, I zoned out, and Jen smacked me on the shoulder.

“Come on! Not even a smile?" Jen whined.

“Really, David, even for you, this is pretty depressed."

“I'm fine."