. MmmI went straight at it while Mia was struggling a bit as she couldn’t move her head too much so I aided her by gently thrusting in and out, “M...m” she mumbled while I got busy licking off our juices poking my tongue into her hole scooping out any residue, my chin rubbing her swelling button, damn she tasted good.She was getting better at the deepthroat too as I felt the tightness of her throat but I didn’t push it as I didn’t want her to gag.I concentrated on her little puckered arsehole. But most of all, it felt erotically stimulating to stroke another man! Then my fantasy urge and desire washed over me, "I'd like to taste it. You OK with doing more? Or, we can stop. Do you want to ...? You OK with me going down on you?" I'm still nervous, but I've thought and fantasized about it for so long, and you're not scaring me .... So, go ahead if you want."Now I was the scared one! I was leading this adventure, but now with a Green light," I realized I was about to suck my first. I headed toward the smell, found the flowers and tossed them on the floor - it made a hell of a noise.Then I pushed toward where I remembered the doorway was. Damn now this was great! I was fucking mobile until – son of a fucking bitch that hurt! I needed to remember to not run into damn walls with my head! I missed the doorway and the pain had me seeing stars (even though I couldn't see).I adjusted my direction until I found the door and then turned to the right (the same direction all men. "You're like... a pretzel whore." I'm hungry," I informed him."We could have gone to get real food." I wanted junk food," I shrugged. It was a rarity for me, and I wasn't going to apologize for it."So is your dad's name really Mars?" I asked, changing the subject. I'd given up on interrogating Seth for information about Aaron. Ever since we'd left the arcade he'd changed the subject each time I brought up the topic, and by now, I was tired of getting annoyed with him for it."Yep. Mars Fisher. I.