Mesmerised, I reached out towards the thing but stopped when Camillecupped my chin in her hand and tilted my head back to look up at her."Do you know ...hat my favourite thing about having my cock sucked is?" Itried to shake my head but couldn't do a very good job of it with herholding my head, still she got the message and continued. "Seeing a pairof red painted lips wrapped around my flesh." The hand that had beenholding the door closed now dipped into her pocket and pulled out a tubeof. I shook my hand with her. The touch was warm. I asked whether she was ok to come on byke. She said ok. I had her bag on my petrol tank. She sat to the side of byke. I drove her to my house. As I did not have any sex thoughts with her, I did not observe her touching me while riding the byke. She was very happy to see my flat becoz it was clean and well furnished. I guided her to one of the two bed rooms. She went in and locked the bed room door. She had bath and came out in another salwar. The. So it was a monumental opportunity when Thanksgiving rolled around. It meant a week of no school, three days of which their parents would still be going to work. That would give the new lovebirds at least six hours of unsupervised togetherness each day. Julie had even agreed to go to a friend’s house for at least one of those days.When Monday of that week rolled around, Ron watched with eagerness as his parents pulled away from the driveway on their way to work. He thought they would never. Probably true, but you can’t be too paranoid. I promised myself even harder to get out of porn, and crossed my fingers.Somehow, amazingly, the news weasels never found out exactly what Roberto did for a living. That, or maybe his friends in high places called in favors. The reports that I saw said he was an international businessman, except for one that said he was a European art dealer. Yeah, a pretty specific kind of art, I thought. One with lots of pink.The next sonorous toll of the wake-up.