The French soccer player gave her a nice orgasm but was too full of himself outside of bed for her to want another session. Then came the sexual versi...n of a gold medal match. A Swedish javelin thrower with the very un-Swedish nickname of Blake came on strong to Kate her fourth day at the Village. He was 6’ 5”, probably 225 pounds that looked to be all muscle, blond hair, blue eyes, and an extraordinarily intriguing face – not movie star handsome but exceedingly cute, boyish, and masculine all. From my perspective at least I knew it couldn’t go on. It all came to a head the week Alec was away at a scout camp. At least we could have it settled without Alec hearing or being involved. We were in the kitchen and I was doing — or pretending to be doing — something at the kitchen sink. I knew he was never going to say or do anything, so I turned to him and said… Byron’s Perspective She turned to me and said very softly, ‘What is it you want, Byron?’ I was dumbfounded. Whatever ever else I. I berated myself for hesitating, she wasn't about to let me injure myself; she loved me. Blind people did this all the time for crying out loud. I tried to make the next two steps more confidently. On the fourth step I was careful to expect the touch of something and was rewarded by the feel of bedclothes at about knee-level. I stood with both legs touching the bed and leant forward until I felt the bed with both my hands. I tried to gauge the width and decided that it was a double bed or. He smiled to himself as he gave her a second look over. "Good job Ol Boy" The twetny three year thought to himself with a smirk. His bluish-grey eyes full of lust over the blonde bombshell occupying the spot next to him. In his own respect, Jeremy was quite the bombshell in the male sense. His face had the clear innocence and beauty of a model, and a physic to match, His nose was in perfect porportion to his face, his strong jaw line and chin accentuated the manlier side to this pretty boy.