She kissed me one final time. It was tender, and quick – but spoke volumes of her regret.The next day I hid in the bushes down the street from her ...ouse, and watched the moving fan leave, followed by their car. She didn’t see me as she drove past, but I took a tiny bit of comfort at the tears I saw on her cheeks – matching those on my own.Back in my room, I contemplated the jewelry box she’d given me – and odd gift for a teenage boy, as a farewell gift or otherwise. I opened it and found a. ”“How did I get so lucky?” He bent down to kiss my shoulder. “Why me?”“Why you what?”“Holy matrimony.” He slid out, to my dismay, and lied back on the sheets. “Why am I qualified to be your husband?”I reluctantly moved out of the position I had been screwing in all morning and curled up next to him, intertwining our sweaty, brown limbs. “You know how to make me cum,” I counted on my fingers, “five times before breakfast. Sold!”“You only want me for my body? What about when we grow old and. As he moved down her body she guided him with her hands on ether side of his head. He nuzzled her inner thighs, savoring their firm yet soft touch, she giggled as his close cropped beard tickled her on her sensitive parts. Kneeling up he took one leg in his hand and kissed his way down to her knee, her foot draped over his shoulder as he kissed the back of her knee sending her into shivers of desire of his tongue…and what it would do. He place one delicate foot into his hands and ran his tongue. I wondered if my mouth would tire or my knees would give out before he came, but I was relieved when the crescendo of vulgar speech increased and he finally pulled my head against his groin, exploding into the back of my mouth. I swallowed it all, and he pulled away panting. I prefer to take a guy’s orgasm in the front of my mouth so I can savor the taste, but in my position, I was not free to make requests. It did leave an odd aftertaste – maybe from too much coffee or smoking. I looked aside.