..a year?" Ooookay...and?" Well my sister was over and she found a picture of you and me after that volleyball game hugging...and...she asked if you w...re the guy and...and...I didn't know what to say so I said yes. You were my boyfriend...and I know you aren't, and now I'm stuck and I just don't know what to do. I know you don't like office romance, but...but for this weekend could you take me down to the shore for the family reunion and just pretend? You...I'll make sure you get with my friend. It was nice. Not very big but nice looking. I hopped in the car. He immediately started to reach for my head to pull me down on his cock but I stopped him. I just looked at him and pulled my pants down to show him my tan hose. “That’s hot” he said. “You like that?” I replied and he nodded again reaching for my head. This time my head went down on his cock and he was shoving me down on it hard and just holding me there. I kept trying to work his cock but he just heard my head down and the next. The King gives the Guards a personal release from their original oath before they’re appointed to the Shields. These are the only people who can lawfully disobey the King, but only when acting under direct orders from the Royal Protector. As well as the Guards communications systems they have another system of their own hardware and frequencies to use. Technically, they’re part of the Royal Guards, despite being outside of the Guards normal command structure. They wear a Royal Guards patch on. ‘Do you want to . . . eat?’ Your sentence hangs for a moment in delectable innuendo. Then you indicate the table. ‘Where’s Travis?’ ‘He’s sleeping at Grandad’s tonight.’ I move to you and grab your waist. You yield yourself to my grasp and I pull your lips to my mouth. You accept my probing tongue. We kiss long, wet and passionately. I grind my hips into you and your pelvis meets my yearning embrace. But when you finish your appetizer, you back out of my arms. ‘Save some for dessert,’ you say.