That was last night. We had fallen asleep together like that with Paul and I on either side of Jane and her kissing us softly and alternately. Now I c...uld feel those same lips around my cock and she had already returned it to full life. I pulled the covers back and lay there just watching her at work as she savoured my newly rigid cock again. “Good morning,” she muttered as she removed my cock from her mouth and continued stroking it with her hand, “Did you sleep well? No bad dreams I hope?”. . I couldn't... she doesn't look at me like... Nah." What is the matter with you?" she asked, a little frustrated at my thick-headedness. "If she found you in her bed, you think she'd kick you out?"Now I was starting to get a little irritated, as well as embarrassed. "Yes, of course she would. Not that I would be jumping in her bed so she would find me there, anyway. Come on, Wendy, can't we talk about something else?"Her doodling brought her fingers within range of my more sensitive spots. She. I pressed him against the wall and pulled his T-shirt off, admiring his body. His belly bulged ever so slightly, but his skin was soft and milky white beneath his shirt. Soft like him. I pressed against him, feeling his cock like a giant rope beneath his pants as I pressed my skin against his. “What are we doing?”“I don’t know Mr. Morrison – something you want I think?”“Daniel,” He replied, “My first name is Daniel – and yes I have wanted this. I’m so sick. I’m so sorry.”“No,” I replied running. But it did happen. I turned and fled to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me. He’d be gone when I came out. It would be like it never happened.I rented a cabin for a week on the slopes of Mount Mitchell off the Blue Ridge Parkway northwest of Asheville. I needed to get away and think. I knew what I wanted in sexual fulfillment now—youth; fourteen-year-old youth—but I was scared. This was dangerous ground—highly dangerous ground. I had to get away and think. No, I had to hide.