”I lifted her off of me and carried her to the door. I stood her up, wrapped my arms around her and kissed her a couple of times. I whispered my lov... and drove home.Ralph called me the next night after I got off work and said, “You are now my third favorite person in the whole world. My wife is first, Helen is second, and because you have made her laugh again you are third. Thank you.”“Ralph, I want you to know that I have told your daughter that I love her. If it is a choice between her and. Fairly lightly though because she hasn't - well, didn't at that time anyway (haven't seen her in a few years) - got a very big bottom.No padding, you see.So I hit her maybe ten, fifteen times and then stopped.She got up, and put her clothes back on.It was odd; I'm not sure that she enjoyed it sexually, but she seemed somehow pleased - satisfied might be a better word - once I'd done it.She hugged and kissed me, and by then I'd forgotten that I was meant to be annoyed." Interesting," the. When my hand reached it, the dick twitched which scared me. Again, I mustered up my courage and I reached for it again. This time I did not pull away when it twitched. It was a very strange feeling. The cock was warm and soft but hard and throbbing. My cold hand felt so good on the skin like it was made to be holding a cock. For the first time I could recall there was a strange warm tingling between my legs and my heart began to beat faster. Then the man began pushing the dick in and out of my. I did manage to ascertain, as I had gauged and hoped, that Luigi was fourteen. I saw him go to the guitarist and overheard the word “American.” It wasn’t long before the guitarist took a break. Rather than going into the interior of the restaurant, he came over to my table.“Excuse me. You are alone, I think. Luigi tells me you are an American. You were here this afternoon, watching us play football on the sands. Do you mind if I sit and speak to you about America for a few minutes before I go.