I had only seen her cry once, her father's death. I called him Opa, like in the old country. I couldn't think of another time I had seen her cry."You ...urely don't have some crazy idea of getting married? To your brother? Or to anyone else at this age? My god!" No, no, of course not, Mom. Of course not. I only said that when I was little, didn't I? But no, it's nothing like that. It is just about what happened to Melissa. It scared me and I didn't want it to happen to me." Oy, vey! Melissa!" And. A soft girly moan vibrated on my cock as he started sucking me deeper. It wasn't long before the twink was deepthroating me, his nose buried in my soft blond pubes. He pulled back and started sucking just my head, assiting the pleasure by wrapping his dainty hand around the base of my cock. I let out a moan and started thrusting into his mouth like it was my own fucking pocket pussy. I put one hand on the back of the twink's head but before I could put the other hand there too it was grabbed by. He was looking for a place for them to move to, on the sly.We found a number of places that fit his criteria, so he said that he’d be back in a couple of days to talk to my Dad about the different places. We shook as he left, as he paused at the door, looking like a spy wondering who might be watching him.After he finally left, my sister came around from the back, “So I’m Sari Christiansen, that’s Mom’s maiden name, isn’t it?”“That’s why I picked it. Some stupid movie or TV show said, ‘Keep. I do not know why but suddenly my cock went rock hard. It was a very unfamiliar feeling, yet exciting at the same time to be kissed by someone with a moustache!While he was kissing me he slid his hand over my pants and started rubbing me on my erection. This was making me very horny indeed. Then he stopped and said we will first have to wait for the food before we could carry on. I did not mind as it was nice and warm in his car and at least for the momement I was out of the rain. The food.