I lower my head down and take you in whole. You can feel the ridges of my palette on its head, feel my tongue at its base. I can feel you growing insi...e my mouth and I like it.You pull my head back, away, but still my hand strokes your erection gently. You kneel in front of me, my nipples brushing against your chest. You reach down to play with my clit a little, and then push a finger between my pussy lips, feeling my wetness. We kiss while we play with each other, our breath mingling in our. “Well that’s blunt. Yeah, I think we were. I mentioned how I liked staring at her ass, then she grabbed my hand and dragged me in here.”“Oh, sorry. I kind of cock-blocked you then. If I wouldn’t have said Zoey’s name, she might not have known it was her and would have left us alone in here. You two would have found a different room to fuck in.”“It’s no big deal, real. Don’t worry about it.” I was a little mad, sure, but I got the satisfaction of knowing that Jenna wasn’t lying earlier, I really. .not much ....but a bit. However...one day I had an experience that was to stop that happening.I had made contact with someone who sounded very appealling and compatible and a rendezvous was arranged.I met him in the foyer of a hotel/motel type place and immediately went to his room. The nerves began to kick in a bit but almost as soon as were in the room he began to strip off, said he was going for a shower and invited me to join him.As he strode towards the shower room I could clearly see his. I do recall little fragments of our quiet conversation. With World War II in full swing, our late evening conversation naturally turned to other friends and neighbors we knew who had also gone away and were now fighting overseas."Josh... ," Aunt Jeannie asked. "Do you remember Loren Shafter?" Yeah... , I think so. Wasn't he in the same class as you and Uncle Keith in High School... ?" Yes. Then you do remember him. See this fountain pen?" she said quietly, showing me a beautiful emerald green.