Smiled n again closed her eyes..m just when she was smiling she gave a tug on my dick n I couldn’t control but smile too…i knew I’m in.. So now ... started the game…i kept on going up n down n twitching my index up her clit every now n then..n I could hear her breathing become more intense with a couple if moans in between…her grip would tighten on my dick with those slight twitches n calm down In a minute… I was just teasing her n enjoying every part of it…I then slid my finger by the side of. I slowly removed my hand and started to think something else.We reached home and her mom had prepared dinner for us. So i went home washed my hands, legs and changed into my dress which I usually used to wear in my house. I did my homework and her sister came to play chess.We spent some fun time and she called me for dinner. We had dinner and spent some time with TV. It was 40-50min before our usual bed time and she asked “what happened in class. Why was the day not fine?”I was taken a back and. She helped me take my boxers off and asked meif I would like a blow job. When I had told her yes, shesaid that she wasn’t really all that experienced givingthem but that she would really enjoy trying. I told herthat we had plenty of time and that I didn’t want to cumyet and that I would guide her.After about half an hour of tutelage she was doing aquite respectable job, being able to get about half ofmy dick into her mouth, and I told her to take a rest. Istarted kissing her body. Jack asked a few questions jotting my responses in his journal and then surprised me with his next question."You're not related to Oscar Wilde are you?" he asked with a smile on his face.Confused by his question, "Excuse me, I... I don't follow you." It's just my twisted sense of humour Paul... bad joke... Let me explain, Oscar Wilde wrote a fantasy novel called 'The Picture of Dorian Gray'..." I do remember, yes I do and Dorian Gray sold his soul to the devil," laughing quietly at Jack's.