"Again she studied me for a moment, "How old are you Leslie?"I licked my lips, which seemed suddenly dry, "15 ma'am. I'll be sixteen in three months."...She seemed pleased and nodded, sipping her tea like the refined lady she portrayed.She sat her white cup down onto the saucer and again leaned back into the chair, "Mark my son, should have married by now. He's been trying to date for several years without any lasting success." I looked at the swirling pattern in the carpet, as if it would help. I got wilder. I kept fucking his mouth. My dick oozed precum in his mouth. I grabbed him from his head and started kissing him with my precum still in his mouth. We kissed wildly. We exchanged the saliva. Now I made him lay on his back and I got on the top of him. I held both of his hands widely and started kissing him badly.He was still dressed. I got over his dick, I sat on it and started the movement. I could see his erected dick from his pant. I kept that movement going and kissed him while. What if she’s in love with me and I can’t return that kind of love? I’m not going to use her but I’m afraid she’ll expect something more from me at the dance.Unlike our other friend. I’m embarrassed to say that I can’t wait to undress her and make love. There are few girls—or I guess I’m supposed to say young women—who do anything for me at all. But when I look at that friend, I feel like a horny teen. I guess I am. But she’s given every indication that she feels the same way and I don’t feel. He must have been desperately trying to search for the ship or something. I stayed in the shade and looked as he was looking in all directions. He sank to his knees and hid his face in his hands. I slowly made my way towards him. The sun was warm on my skin. Unlike my friend here, I was rather fair skinned and easily got sun burned. “You ok?” I asked as I reached him. He was sitting in the sand with his legs up and looking into the horizon. Ocean everywhere you looked. I sat down next to him.