There we boarded a chartered super yacht for a slow cruise to Italy, where we could meet up with Mr. and Mrs. Bell, Colleen's parents. During the earl... stages of our cruise home, I was shot to death by the mafia and ended up here, sitting on the bed of a sixteen year old boy, in Deland, Florida, hoping against hope that I could reconnect with the people I loved.I win! Weird!What I did know was that it seemed impossible for a man to hurt in his heart any more than I was. Rather than pretend to. She grabbed it and started stroking it slowly. My sexual experience was not huge. She made a few strokes, as my hips started to tremble. “Oh,” she giggled: “You like that? How about this, honey?” She knelt between my legs and took my cock in her mouth. I could feel her tongue circling my dick as her fingers rubbed my balls. Before long her head was moving up and down my cock’s length. Soon I blew my load into her mouth. I felt her lips tighten as I spewed. She sucked hard until she had. It was perfect for a dark witch’s theme and Lisa suddenly thought of the bwitch Jenna. Lisa wore a black bikini top and a flowing white translucent ankle-skirt. In years, her love for baking beneath the sun would bring her wrinkles, but to Lisa, she was one who would never grow old, what with Botox and all. Her French-manicured feet wore foam-green flip-flops and while other teens her age— unblessed with silver spoons in their mouths the moment of birth—worked away their summer, Lisa had too. Becky and I have agreed to take him collecting with us so he can meet the customers too.She told me in bed last night as I lay between her and Melinda, “We need to let Joey pick his own girl to help him with the route.”“He told me that he knows two girls who live with their mom about three miles from here. He’s been over there a few times and he wants you, me and Melinda to go meet them with him. He thinks we may be able to talk them into moving to our ranch.”“Really?”“Yes, I told him we’d go.