It seemed that there had never been anything pleasurable about half heated, stale burgers, and almost warm coke from a plastic bottle. I had a feeling...that it would be the same when I pulled up a MRE memory when next I tried one of those.We were several hundred miles into the trip when Sylvia dozed off. It was close to midnight, so I didn't blame her, nor did I feel that she needed her to stay awake for any reason. I couldn't shut down to do a full reload, but I could keep the earphones plugged. Cindy came over and seemed concerned. We talked and joked around. They were to go to Speedwell on Friday to pick up their uniforms and find out about their room assignments. I told them about the carpooling idea. They said they would check with their parents."That would be cool," Jeannie said."That's what Mrs. Ford said." Did she say it would be cool?" No, she said that it would be agreeable to Josh," I clarified.Suzanne came to the house to have lunch with me. I told her about the change in. One time when I was thirteen, Ken and I were up late watching a porno flick that he had gotten his hands on and he asked me if I’d ever had a blowjob before. I said I hadn’t with a little trepidation, and we made a deal. If He sucked me off, then I’d suck him off—agreeing that we wouldn’t even have to look and we would just watch the porn going on. He got down on his knees and I sat down on the couch facing the TV and readied my dick, and he put it in his mouth briskly sucking it, as I reflect. Distracted so soon? I stripped off down to my thong, reclined on the bed, and cleared my throat. Steven looked around. "Sorry. I didn't mean for you to think I wasn't interested," Steven explained, as he walked on his knees over to the bed and got on. "I just needed to find something." We came together, kissing, our hands wandering, heating up. We kept at it for some minutes, just enjoying each other and reacquainting. Then Steven pulled away. "Hey, I need to drain the weasel." Classy, huh?.