“Hello.”“Is this CiCi,” the voice inquired.“Yes it is,” he replied.“That’s wassup. This Boston. Whatchu doin’?“I’m just watching...some T.V.”“Aiight then, sexy! How old you is?”“I’m 34.”“Damn! You look young as fuck for real though. I thought you was my age.”“How old are you,” CiCi chuckled.“Twenty-three. So when we gon’ chill?”“We can chill whenever. You know I’m a boi right?”“You a what,” Boston asked in disbelief.“A boy,” CiCi repeated slowly.“I don’t think I heard you right. You said you is a. Even I am tired after gym my organs started getting excited.I started for a couple of minutes and gave a smile but she didn’t respond back, after that incident I masturbated assuming her fucking in all possible angles.Days are passing I mad a good rap with owner family and her husband and kid became closer to me, I was not leaving any chance to interact with her, slowly communication is getting established well. I used to roam in a room with towel or boxers maximum time, she used to stare at me. "Are you going to just sit there or are you going to move?" I wanted to say "Sit there," because it felt so good, but it was obvious that her choice was move. After I'd gone a half inch, I knew she had the right idea.The first thing I did was pull back and fall out of her pussy. Immediately there were four hands trying to grab, pull and guide it back in. I took care not to go too far on the up stroke after that. There was no problem on the down stroke. She let me go in as far as I wanted.What. At least once I gotten itthrough to Aunt Livia, who'd answered the phone, who I was. She'd got Dad,and he'd bought my story about a cold."Better got some rest," he'd said. "How did it work out with Julia?" Pretty good. Damn cold's put a damper on things now, though." Killing hermay have been bad for the relationship, too, I thought. Sort of a moodkiller."Has she got it too?" he asked."Er, yeah. She does." Wonder if you got it from her?. Should have come with us, son. We couldhave gone hunting.