. but he was trying so hard to make this last, despite the urgency of her dad possibly coming any minute. "You need to be quick or we are going to get...caught," she reminded him, which considering the circumstances, was a little indelicate and probably had the opposite effect anyway. "You need to stop talking then," he huffed. "You're breaking my concentration." "You need to concentrate?" she questioned as her hand slowed its pace slightly. "Concentrate on what?" "What d'you think?" he shot. I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it’s red] phone I am supposed to use when I drive.I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife and everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me.I had to take my hearing aid out to use it, and I got a little loud.I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside that gadget was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time.Every 10 minutes, she would. "Be quiet, you ass! If we can hear them then they can hear us. Whispers only and then only if you really need to." Moving cautiously over to where Antal was straining at a boat pole his eyes darting between the channel, the three boats ahead of them and the patrol craft behind them."That was pretty fucking close," he muttered and Antal nodded. "They're getting better." Yes," Antal replied softly. "Which means we have to keep getting better." I think that little trick of yours worked," Gyorgy. ” “Oh.” Here it is, I thought to myself. “So I have to offer. Would you like one?” “What?” “Would you like a blow job?” “Are you serious?” “That’s what I think about, if I’m ever caught, I have to. I have to give the guy a blow job, so I’m offering you one now." “REALLY?” This is what I’d been dreaming about, what I wanted to do when I’m dressed like this. I shook my head yes. Then I said out loud: “I’d like to suck your cock.” There, I said it, I really said it..Then I motioned him over.