.admit it, when you're 15....tits are the fucking savior.She slowly pushed me back and just quietly grinned as she began to unbutton my pants. I coul... only stare.When my, obviously hard, cock sprang free, she began to slowly stroke it up and down..."Yeah...you're a good little boy for me aren't you?" You want me to play with your fat cock?"She continued to speak as her two hands manipulated my organ like a fucking piano, playing a concerto for all to see...my head was definitely back singing. She moved to the house's front room which offered an unobstructed view of the long driveway up from the winding main road. At ten til, she saw a silver accord making it's way up the drive. It pulled up and and out stepped Mia. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a loose bun, a wide stylish pair of sunglasses covered her eyes. She wore a simple white tee-shirt, dark tight fitting jeans, and a pair of black and yellow pair of sneakers. Slowly Mia made her way up to the door and just before she. ‘I think I’m gonna like you girl.’ The trunk of the car pops open and the Prime Minister reaches in and pulls out a black brief case still cursing to himself the entire time. He steps out from around the back side of the car and looks over at Valois. ‘What are we giving the Americans, government secrets? This is too small for money,’ he says accusingly. ‘It is nothing of importance to us Léon,’ Valois explains. ‘They are looking for more terrorist in our country that we have harbored for many. I turn to the Zonovan. Tucking my thumb and forefinger away, I lightly touch his wrist with the remaining three fingers. He is obviously delighted by this; the greeting of friendship and kinship in the Zonovan manner, shown to me by Ara. His smiling dark eyes look into mine.“You seem not to be of Zonovon, yet you know our ways.”“We slaves are all of one cloth, one family, one kingdom; the republic of hempen homespun,” I whisper.“And you are a beauty possessed of wise words.”“Hush! We must.