Claude ordered a soda, and Preston was tempted to order a beer, but he remembered that he must be serious with Claude. He didn’t want to fuck things...up. Strangely, though, Preston didn’t see him only in terms of what he could deliver. Preston respected him, not so much his talents, but respected him as a person. He liked that he hid his anger and resentment like a separate personality that came out only when the spotlight shined over him. Otherwise he seemed like a very agreeable young. Bram and Naomi slept in the backseat of my car on the way back while Ilse and I listened to relaxing music on the radio. We arrived at about eleven at her apartment. I helped Ilse carrying the kids upstairs, which turned out being easier said than done. Getting to the fifth floor with a sleeping child in your arms and a heavy backpack hanging on your shoulders was quite the energy drain. Still, it was only two trips and I enjoyed helping Ilse out.That was also the first evening that Ilse. At the thought of Mary Beth, Sam felt his member starting to get aroused, and as he pulled it out, he grinned in anticipation. Dinner was temporarily forgotten as he satisfied his lust.Sam drifted to a fitful sleep again. Damn, but he'd really been hoping for some action - and with someone like Mary Beth and her enormous hooters. And to Sam, there was nothing so enticing as sliding his member between a large pair of mammaries.From afar, a thought permeated his semiconsciousness. If he. He went into the bathroom and got undressed, as he removed his underwear, his boner sprang to life. He got in the shower and immediatly began to jerk-off. His motivation was the dream he had just had about his young roommate. He could tell he was about to cum so he picked up pace. After a few minutes of that, he blew his load. He watched as his spunk went down the shower drain. He got out the shower and dried off. "How am I gonna fuck this kid?" He said to himself..