“Let’s get this straight, Freckles. I will give all the directions, you will simply obey. Right now, I just want you to stand there and shut up, w...ile I feel you up.” He caressed and rubbed her tits, cupping them in his hands and letting them bounce under her bra. “Fuck I love your tits!” He glanced down as his boxers extended away from his body with his now hard cock throbbing inside.He grabbed her hand and led her over to the couch and sat down. He pulled her down next to him, “Beat my meat. Looking back on it, I had some strange ideas about what was what. For instance, I didn't think me pleasing her orally was wrong but I wasn't about to let the opposite happen. Yeah, I know, very weird, but it's how I felt at the time so those were the rules I followed.We were out of the shower and dressed by seven-thirty, fifteen minutes later Katrina had finished doing her hair and we were on our way to go skiing.I was wearing jeans, a plaid flannel long sleeved shirt and a down vest that Papa. Damn but I was going to miss Google! By now I’d have the name of the philosopher and the full quote at hand.Given that I needed to try to pass myself off as ten years old the next question was how does a ten year old boy act? No idea. Maybe a better question was how did I act when I was ten? Dredging through my faulty memory gave me a few clues.I was shy and didn’t make friends easily. That was all to the good since there would be fewer people to notice my slip ups. I’d finally overcome some of. Shit. My hard-on had begun to talk to me, begging me to pull it out and satisfy it. I’d shifted my weight onto my heels and the floorboards had given the tiniest of creaks. He hadn’t moved a muscle but her eyes instantly flicked towards the gap in the door. Our eyes locked and I recognised a hint of surprise but she didn’t break her stride. She was sucking him off and looking right at me. She was speeding up, her head bobbing forwards and backwards. Her fingers being driven deeper and deeper.