He didn’t stir.She pulled on his hips and found he was so relaxed, he was quite malleable, so she lifted him up by his hips. He got the idea and pul...ed his legs through hers and underneath him, so that he was kneeling on the chair. She sat down behind him, her legs straddling the chaise and held onto that perfect arse as she leaned forward with her tongue.She started with the smallish testicles that hung so invitingly between his legs so as not to startle him. Though considering the semi-hard. Not simply because it he was really passive about it, but because he enjoyed the attention. His friend that told him that tidbit, was one of his only friends, that were very much few-and-far-between, and as a result, he wasn't used to having such attention, or people complimenting his looks, either. But soon enough, all those (mostly) good things, soon came to an end, once the school began to issue a dress code starting the late parts of his Senior year. From then whilst still in that school. When I came, it wasn't the desperate release it had been in the shower. It was a mind-blowing, body-fucking shudder of pleasure, of certainty, of familiarity, of completion.I lay there, wet, exhausted, relieved, relaxed and calm.My sore thighs still surrounded my tired sticky fingers.Then I slept.I walked in the door just before midnight, wondering how I would find Oscar. I needn't have worried. He was keeping an eye out for me, and as soon as he saw me he excused himself and walked over.He. "Mike, you old warhorse, it's good to see you, as well. Thank you for keeping this fool alive," she replied and stepped into my arms again."You're welcome. Now, what are the plans?" Mike asked."First, we have some forms to pour, and bricks to make. I want to turn the canyon into a housing and building project, for the kids that will be coming this fall. We will have houses on the side next to the ocean, and the other side will have the school, foundry, stables, and other building projects. So.