Would he take her? Would he reject her? So many possibilities ran through her mind, until she finally stopped walking and faced him. She studied his s...rong face. The sparkling green eyes looked deep into hers. She lifted her hand to his shoulder and gently pulled his face closer to hers.Steve could feel the tension in her movements. The indecision in her expression was obvious. The reality came to him when she held his shoulder and pulled him towards her face. Her lips parted, and her eyes. She heard him moan softly as she lightly slid her hand back and forth over the length of his dick which was quickly getting very hard. She leaned close and kissed him on the cheek as if it was simply a father/daughter thing. "You're gonna get another award from me when I get you home" she whispered. Two hours later they arrived back home. As the door was closed and locked, they embraced, their lips locked together as their tongues probed and searched each other's mouth. As they. ‘My family will be expecting me for Christmas, and Mom and Dad will worry if I’m not there. I should have been at their house before church last evening. Mom’s going to freak.’ ‘Of course, pet. We can’t ask to have you all the time this year. We know you have obligations.’ I had securely bandaged his wrists, dressing him in his jeans and the t-shirt he had been wearing when we had taken him from his apartment and reminding him to wear a long sleeved shirt. I was sorry to see him go, but knew. I set Chelea down on the little sofa and she suddenly grabbed my hand as the other rubbed the bulge. She pulled the zipper down and within moments my cock was unleashed from its prison, now showered with sweet kisses. One hand firmly held my cock at its base as she began to suck on the tip, opening the slit with the tip of her tongue parted it and lapped up the pre cum seeping out. I stood motionless, watching her head bobbing, consuming my cock and kneading my hairy balls. I just prayed that.