"And how long would you love me - your runaway? A month? A year? Your sense of duty would tear you apart - me with it." She pushed him away and stared...through the window. "Why is it so impossible? If only things were different. I wish I'd never met you!" Emma, I'm sorry."She came back to him, smiling a little. "Are you? I'm not really sorry. And I don't really wish I'd never met you, but I think you'd better go."She stood by the door watching him dress. He came to her, carrying his jacket, his. "Hold still," she warned, "but when it's in your mouth, swirl your tongue around the tip." She slowly pushed the head into my mouth and I did as she asked, feeling the slicked flesh pushing, trailing my tongue around the tip. It felt big, like eating a banana, but without biting. I felt saliva pooling in my mouth and made a nervous sound. "Now, hold it there," she instructed, her eyes serious, "get used to having it in your mouth." I felt my eyes opening as my salivary glands pumped fluid under. Evidently, Allie had been scoping him out for some time already, and was moving in for the kill. Sure enough, she came back to the table and announced that ‘Alex’ was coming home with us. ‘He likes boys too!’ She reassured me. ‘And he wants to know where you got that suit.’ I like him already! Allie rode with Alex, as we followed in our car. We could see her touching and hugging him as we rode. When we arrived back at Allie’s, it didn’t take long for the clothes to come off, the music to come. The discussion was light andinconsequential. But I was still enjoying it, a pleasant socialafternoon with only Lisele.There was a small knock at the door and Lisele and I looked at eachother in expectation. We were caught unawares,but then I rememberedthat Mr. Harris had said that he would send someone.Lisele jumped up, straighted her skirts and walked to the door, whenshe had swung it wide open there stood my giant, Blake. His massivearms holding two large boxes."Mr. Blake, it's very nice to.