He grinned when the boybitch’s eyes popped open.“Suck my cock!” he demanded as he snapped the box closed and held it well out of reach of the bo...bitch.The boybitch, really he ought to name the little cocksucker if he was going to spend such effort on him. Jake might refer to the runaway teen as a girl, but he never forgot that he was actually packing a pecker. Somewhat to his surprise the boy shook his head in negation of the command he’d been given.That wouldn’t do. So moving quite a bit. I just thought this was a way to solve everyone's problems." I want to go to Ben's," Morgan said quite definitely."Olivia?" I'm okay with it, I guess."I did a quick right turn and zipped down to Ben's place. He had the garage door open so we didn't get wet getting to the house. I did the introductions, and Ben just stood there, almost with his mouth hanging open. "You can speak, you know, Ben." I'm sorry, girls. Josh said you were good looking, but I didn't really believe him I figured he was. I wrinkled my nose as I took a step back, taking in once more the grease-spattered and sauce-stained state of his chef's whites. He smelled of grilled meat, garlic, and sweatAdam caught the meaning behind my expression and laughed. "I told you, it was busy." I guess so," I teased, plucking at the hem of his sleeve which seemed to be the only clean spot on him. "What you do, swim in the stuff?"He grinned. "What can I say? I'm a messy cook! Can I borrow your shower?"The thought of Adam, tall,. He kissed me sensuously, cupping my face with his hands. He deeply French-kissed me and eased me back onto my back in a very loving and gentle way. For a moment I smelled a very distinctive scent about him that I just couldn’t place at first. He kissed at my neck and chest, leaving wet trails down to my breasts and hard pointed nipples. I was very wet and needed him in me. I reached back down and stroked his cock with my hand. With his mouth sucking sweetly on my nipple, I realized the cologne.