We could book into a hotel or something near a beach and go surfing together." Hey, hang on, Cecilia. I said I wanted rest, not to go gallivanting aro...nd with a load of hippie surfers." Okay, we could book into some quiet hotel on the moor and take things easy for a while. Maybe a little sightseeing or pony-trekking on the moor. I know you ride." Not for donkey's years, girl. I'm not sure I'm up to it anymore. Why is it so important that I go anyway? Surely you know plenty of guys who'd go with. " "And when does she think they'll find him?" asked Liz. "Well, she has discovered that the person has been using some of thecomputer labs at USC and several Internet cafes nearby. The trouble isthat he as been using different computers. We don't have enough evidenceto give it to the police yet, although Boudicca is sending an agent outthere undercover to see if they can spot him." You really think its Todd?" asked Liz. "Yes, either that or it's a big coincidence," said Jirra. "In emails. We kissed long and hard. She was really glad to see me, and I was definitely glad to see her. When we finally came up for air, Ed had the garage open.“You smell like a wood fire,” she said. “What happened?”“Like I said on the phone, I got a little singed. The guy had flame throwers in the anteroom. He made a real mess of the place,” I told her“But how did you keep from getting burned?” she wanted to know.“Sweetie, I’ll tell you about that later, OK. It’s something that I don’t like to let other. I could feel his shaft twitch and spasm. He continued to milk his dick into my mouth using my head to message his ejaculation. I wanted his load in my mouth. I wanted to swallow it for him. The taste was nasty, unpleasant and thick and coated my tongue and I gagged slightly on the flavor of his semen. I feared I was a cocksucker for life. It knew it would be a challenge for me to return to missionary sex with my girlfriend. I did as is expected with every blowjob and lapped up his seed and used.