.. nothing feminine, certainly.Tomorrow she'd be there, making herself at home in the rustic cabin, or summer home as Ed called it. Hmmm, better take ...n extra blanket; I don't remember seeing any heater in there.Bartholomew's Kennels was posted at the entrance to the gravel road by a wooden sign hanging from a pair of heavy chains attached to a post, its feminine gothic hand-lettering done by the same hand as the other logos.Ted Spender's 1972 two-door Chevy pulled up slowly to the entrance. Call it superstition,call it luck, but everyone believed it was a magic formula thatworked. After the game, I got what was promised. Anne gave me thegreatest blowjob of my life, ok, so it was the first. I don't know ifshe had studied or practiced, but damn she was good. Afterwards inbed she told me "of course, you know what this means". I told her Ithink I did. Everyone at school expected me to be a girl for nextweek's game: The state-championship game. I asked her if we wouldhave the. I was slathering his backside with my tongue, burying it to my lips over and over again. "You're getting my asshole so fucking hot baby... so hot for something I haven't done in years..." He was grinding his hips down onto me. I felt his breath on my tortured cock head and an instant later his lips were once again wrapped around my shaft. But this time he wasn't sucking, he was just pouring saliva on my dick. He was groaning and panting. I felt a sticky wet spot where his cock pressed against. Then I told myself it was none of my business. I smiled. "I assume the date was meant to be as innocent as ours will be?"She laughed again. The waiter poured our wine. We toasted. "To absent loved ones," I said.She sipped. "Loved ones?" she asked, emphasizing the s."Long story," I said."Aren't they always?"The waiter brought an amuse gueule — it was that kind of restaurant. It was a simple spoon holding a mousse of truffled venison. She lifted hers from the table and brought it to my lips. The.