. We kissed before the next word in the back hall, upstairs from the party. She said her boyfriend said that she needed to get better at blowjobs... I...said my girlfriend said I should get more head because it isn't her favorite. My jeans were undone and open and she went to work. The boyfriend was right, she needed work. As much as it felt fine, there was no way she would get me to cum. Not enough pressure points, hands forgotten... blah. I said hey, lets get out of here and we can do this. I walked to a nearby stone bench and sat awhile in thought, going over the past hour or so in my head, piece by piece, slice by slice, cut by cut. For it was violent, if not physically then surely mentally. Confrontation with HER was certainly a dead man’s gamble, if not anything else. The stone was cold on my skin as I remembered the events to the music of rustling, hundred year-old oak branches… For Five years we’d been ‘friends’… you know the sort, always together, flirting constantly,. She had reflected upon this during the whole trip through the English countryside.Ten minutes after having passed the gates, the limo stopped at the foot of a monumental staircase, leading to the main door of an immense palace. The driver opened the door and Aurelia climbed out. She distinctly saw the driver wrinkling his nose as she passed near him. She blushed at the idea of her smell. She was probably reeking of cold sweat. She felt so miserable here, in her dirty clothes, at the foot of. I fished in my jeans and pulled out a couple of cigars and got my Zippo and we both lit up.He asked me if I had any poopers and I said hell yeah and got the little bottle and unscrewed it. The whole time, I was looking at his big hard black cock and thinking Jesus Joseph and Mary what have I lucked into tonight!Once we got our smokes lit, he reached up with his right hand and clenched mine and said something like fucking a as we grasped each other’s hands and pulled back and forth. I couldn’t.