?Then a thought entered my mind.?So, um???What happens now?? he asked.?Yes.?He shook his head. ?I don?t know. Like I said, this is all new forme. B...t, truth-telling time,? he paused, working up his courage, ?Iam very attracted to you. There?s no point in denying it. You?veentered my life now, and I know that I don?t want that to end. Notnow. I only got to see you in the bra once, and I?d be lying if Isaid I didn?t want to see you that way again.??I have panties.? I just blurted it. “Get back inside bitch, into your basket. I will bring you a blanket. Stay there. Chloe will have returned and I don’t want you disturbing us.” I scamper back to the house. I look back and you are grinning wickedly. I am glad to find the warmth of your room, and curl into a ball in my basket shivering at the foot of your bed. When you return you have stripped from your coat and boots and look beautiful with a thick white towel around you clinging to your wondrous curves. You throw a heavy. I don’t want to be hard for my mother!”“I know you know it’s me, hunky boy. How long since you have been with a girl?”“I have never been with a girl, not counting Jessi!”“You and your sister, she was only 14 when the accident happened!”“Let me put these in the oven before I respond to that!”The tray a dozen sandwiches were in the oven.“Let me explain,” I said. “She looked so much like you and I love you, but that wasn’t practical, so I let her give me blow jobs, but she didn’t like the taste,. Marcel's relief is short- lived. She stops. “I want you to fuck me. This is very nice. But I want some. You owe me cock.” She tugs on his member. Marcel flinches. Crysta feels his reaction in the muscles of his thighs. “Take off your pants” Marcel obeys. His steel-blue gaze leaves her as he draws his pants down to the floor. She admires his handsome profile and those flawless, chiseled cheekbones. Stubble threatens his chin. Mine. She thinks fleetingly, proudly. Wickedly, Crysta leaps up off.