After we had sat there for a while and I felt her after-sobs slowing down too, I lifted her up and carried her to my bedroom. I laid her on the bed an... slipped in behind her spooning against her tiny frame and held her tight.“I love you,” she said; this had been her first declaration when we weren’t in the throes or afterglow of sex, what I call the first time for real. Things said in the build-up or coming down from sex are questionable at best in my mind, and no promises made, count.I let it. Last I checked, he'd been manning the barbecue as Alison's friends lined up for burgers to take to the table which held all kinds of fixings.Later there would be chocolate cake, devil's food layered with dark chocolate. Alison had turned 21 and soon I'd join her. I'd left my gift for her with the others, some of her favorite collections of songs for her iPod.I wasn't hungry at least not for food, what I wanted was Duke. That hadn't been his real name at birth, no one knew what he had been named. " With that Prissy slides between your legs and pulls your panties off. She spreads your legs and gazes down at your stiff little weenie. She flashes her bedroom eyes, licks her lips and lowers her mouth till it's just inches from the tip of your dickie. A minute pool of pre-cum has formed in your slit. Prissy extends her tongue past her pink lips and licks your tip clean of that nasty girl juice. A sexy hiss escapes from your lips. Prissy smiles at you and begins the real work of sucking. As before, the host passed out a thumb drive with pictures of the evening. I was sure the girls would love them.As I was saying good evening to everyone in the process of leaving, Anton handed me a business card with hand written numbers on the back, “This is my private cell and house number. When you make that trip to Russia, please call me and I will see that you get a grand tour of Moscow, my home. I am headed there tomorrow.”I wrote my cell number on back of my business card, “Call me when.