People were calling me the mostbeautiful girl in the world. However, despite my new found fame, I hadtwo problems.The first was this was all just a tr...ck. The secret is that I am a boy.What would happen if people knew what they say the most beautiful girl inthe world is really a boy?I also missed my mom. The others could see this, so they arranged that Icould meet her in private."I am so happy to see you," she said when we met."I missed you so much mommy. I have been so busy and it looks like. " He dropped the notebook, clattering against a fork. "Did Suzanne prepare you then?" His face took on an almost conspiratorial grin."No, I like surprises," I twisted a strand of hair between my fingers, "besides, my mother prepared me for guys like you." What the hell was I saying? "Good, because I'm not going to ask you any of those questions." The waiter arrived, bottle of wine in hand and offered it to James, who tasted, swallowed, rolled his eyes at me and agreed; following the established. ” Or: “My tiny world of happiness imploded spectacularly at 3.17pm and now I am going to drink and smoke myself into an early grave”. “Becky Astle updated her cover photo.” “What’s on your mind?” It had been one of those moments of déjà vu or premonition or both. I’d known that the phone was going to make its silly text noise before it happened; was sitting looking at my handbag on the passenger seat patiently waiting for it; knew instantly that it was from him even though there was no sensible. Not enough to go on there. “Do what, surf for smut?”She nodded. “That, and how often do you make yourself cum?”“Well,” I started. As soon as I said this she suddenly bent down and took me in her mouth. She continued to hold the base of my cock firmly with her hand as she used her tongue to rub that same area right below the head. A moment after I stopped talking, she pulled her mouth off my dick and stroked me fully.“If you don’t talk, I stop.” She bent forward again, taking me fully in her.