I could see her beautiful brown eyes and high cheekbones.. the sweep of her graceful neck and the curve of her chest as it descended into the foamy wa...er. She smiled at me and then leaned forward and we kissed. After being faithfully married for 26 years, tasting the passionate lips of a different woman was as thrilling as it had been at 13and kissing my first girlfriend! Even had her fingers not found my straightening cock at that moment I would have gotten hard, just from the taste of her. I openedmy mouth to cough, but was surprised to feel the boy's hands on the back ofmy head. Suddenly, I couldn't pull away. I got the feeling, vaguely in theback of my mind, that he was just trying to do what he'd seen done on theinternet. I know I had seen my fair share of fellatio therein, and the boyusually held the girl's head. He certainly had the earnest na?ve look of aboy who just wanted to help...but I realized suddenly from even my tiny bitof experience (that is, that moment just then). She talked about a doctor and things like that, but it was my father who made the really bright suggestion. After his first rather cliché response to my woes, his wiser self prevailed. “Look, old son, have you got any field work that needs doing?” In fact I had a need to get out into the field to do some work in relation to my thesis, so I told him so. “Get out and do it then,” he said. “If you can get off for a week or even two, and bury yourself in work away from that girl and the things that. Unfortunately, it stuck all the way to his second cigarette. I sighed and said, “Let’s go inside.” Again, he made a little smirk. A hot smirk, though. “I’m cold,” I said by way of explanation. He just pulled out his key and walked inside while I followed. Our discussion continued into his studio, where I sat on his bed and he sat at his desk, as per usual. He fiddled with his phone, finding music to play while we talked (that should have been my hint he knew what I was here for). Finally, the.