" Honey, I'm sorry that you had to witness that. It must have been scary for you at such an early age," I shockingly replied."Don't be sorry mom. I kn...w about sex from other girls in school that are doing it. I was just glad that you were enjoying it. You work so hard to take care of my brother and me. Besides, it was exciting to me."It took a bit of courage but I popped the question. "Honey, John likes you a lot. What if I invited him over for the evening? You could get to know him better and. “This is the lounging area, notice the spacious lounging quarters. This is your storage, enough space for all of your wardrobe you will need at the pool. And this is the bathroom, on ship we call it the head.” She drops to her knees and starts to remove my pants as I ask... “Why do you call it a head?” Before I was done talking, she had my cock in her mouth. I watched this modelesque looking beauty as she masterfully worked my cock. She had perfect timing with the rocking of the ship. I grew. ’ I commented absently. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ ‘Well, they are manicured to near perfection.’ I told her matter of factly. She seemed to be upset that I’d said near. ‘Do you do them your self?’ ‘NO! I go to Mario Tricocci.’ She said excitedly, but a little contemptuously. As if I should have known where she had her nails done by the shine of them. ‘I see.’ I didn’t really. Not at all. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate beauty, and a woman who takes care of herself. But the void in this. Evan Molde liked to hang out at Greg's. It was the only place where the other boys were not all over him. Tyler was busy or he would have joined them. When Evan was with Greg he had a sense of what life was going to be like next year. The only younger student Greg noticed was Seth Patterson. Everyone else seemed to be useless background to the city kid. When Greg had complained about the grade sevens and eights at a party Evan had pointed out the grade elevens didn't even make a decent card.