”“Please me!?!” she said with surprise. “You just blew my mind and I haven’t even felt that fat cock of yours in me yet!”My cock was ragin... hard from getting her off. She sensed my arousal and started to rub her wet pussy along the shaft of my cock. She smiled warmly while running her fingers through my hair. Her lips met mine and we kissed delicately. Soon our tongues entangled. She placed her left hand between my stomach and cock and, with her fingers, pressed me to her. She rubbed her clit. High School was harder than the Junior High she had come from, so she studied most nights, and didn't actually go out on many dates. Plus her curfew was pretty early, and she was a little embarrassed to tell prospective dates that she had to be home by nine. So, while Christy knew about kissing, and had had lots of fantasies about kissing, and had practiced on her pillow and stuffed animals, she hadn't actually gotten that much experience at kissing a real boy. Especially French kissing. So. I promise.”He strikes a match and lights the candles on his bedside table, giving you pause as to why he didn’t just turn on a light.Through the candlelight you see his featured, a bearded, middle-aged looking man with very pale looking skin and dark, his ruby red eyes send chills down your spine just looking at them, they look worn out, with dark circles.His hair is brunette and slicked back neatly.You notice the pallid color of his lips.Something feels..off about him.Is he sick?He removes his. “Burt and I want to wait until next month to take the extra two weeks off. There is a convention on the gulf coast we want to go to then, if that is OK?” Robert said.“That’s fine, just note it on your time sheet and block the weeks you want to on your schedule,” I replied.“How are things in EIT land?” I asked.“Very busy trying to keep up with all the email connections associated with the Prince’s computer. Stop by on your way through the tunnel and look at some of the more interesting ones,” he.