He asked, "How do you know what it tastes like? And why should I care about the taste?"She blushed. "The taste is, uh, in case a nice young lady wants...to help you out with her mouth ... But please, let's not discuss this. This is very embarrassing, especially with the way I'm dressed. Or not dressed!" She coughed nervously. "It's a good thing your father is off playing golf."He had totally forgotten about Ron. The mere mention of Ron freaked him out. He felt like a disloyal son, cheating on his. I reprised what had been said by the girl at Helen’s house, and by the various house members, and especially Harry’s assessment of her preoccupation with me.My mind moved to my journey to London and thus missing her, then to earlier in the evening when again she’d been, again asked for me and again been disappointed. Sod’s law. Sod seemed very active in my life, it seemed.I fell asleep without once thinking about Craig and the court appearance.Next day I arrived at the family house at eight,. She has a body just like a woman but with a cock. After a few days of chatting, she let's me know her roommate is heading out of town and wanted to see if I was interested in visiting her. She only lived about an hour way so I excepted the offer. Jumping forward ....... There I am pulling up to her townhouse and nervous as hell. A knock on the door, she answers, hair pulled back in a pony tail, hardly any make-up, a tight tank top showing off her big titties, lots of cleavage and a tight pair. He traced a trail of kisses down my stomach, and began to kiss and lick my thighs. He was avoiding my clit, knowing that the constant sensation of his lips near it would drive me mad. It was working, and my body was starting to tremble with anticipation. I bite my lip, determined not to give him the satisfaction of begging. He seemed equally determined to make me, however, and the kissing only increased. After another minute of this, I couldn’t stand it. ‘Oh God,please!’ Within seconds of me.