She then grabbed my throath with her left hand and started kissing the back of my neck. She pulled my head back by my throath. It was painful, but atl...ast I could breath a bit better now.She suddenly stopped. The breathing down my neck had changed. It sounded heavy, almost as if she was mad. I could hear her opening her mouth to say something. Nothing. Nothing came out of her mouth. The only sound I could hear, was her heavy breathing and probably the rhythm of my fast beating heart. Maybe she. No, I suddenly decided. I'd stay there for a while. Would the Phoenix sun illuminate the indomitable souls of society's castaways or dropouts? I'd made a few breakthroughs in my quest to paint souls. The homeless let me see their souls. Souls, I discovered, weren't within, contained by bodies, but rather resided at the edges. At first, I'd believed souls were the twisted features of a grimace, the slump of shoulders, a bent back, the shuffle of aged feet and legs, but I'd been wrong. This. The boys were waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs again. Jeremy looked at me with a polite smile and offered his arm. I stepped past him, and had determined to walk to the dining room alone, but Harry offered me his arm. I decided that this would send a better message to Jeremy, and anyone else that he might have told about the kiss, and took Harry's arm. We walked into the dining room and Harry held my chair for me as I arranged my skirts. Jeremy had walked in alone, with a strange. There was one other couple at the gazebo pumping away frantically. Nefertiti took my hand and led me to where there was an airbed. She ordered me to stand still as she opened my robe and gentle caressed my cock. I was a bit ashamed that she did not find it rock hard but my body just had not responded to all the stimulus around me as I think I was in a culture shock. It did not take long however for her hand to get my cock at full erection. She smiled that goddess smile and lowered to gather my.