They were all smiling, all except Ronald.“Ron?” I said. He looked over at me. He seemed to come back to a conscious state.“Uh, yes. A big ‘oh ...y’ does seemed called for,” he said.“For real,” I said. “And Ron, thank you for being there for us, for me and Stacey. You’ve been a big help, really,” I said. He smiled, but it was a wan smile. I wondered at that. It would be years before I knew the genesis of that smile, and the meaning behind it; oh, and the horrific consequences thereof.We did see. Tom played with the control for a minute or so then our food started to arrive. Tom put the control down but it was still switched to low. I started to think that maybe I wasn’t going to eat much.After a couple of minutes I reached for the control and managed to switch it off without Ryan complaining or stopping me.After the meal we walked to a pub that we like and had a pleasant evening; except for the fact that Ryan had brought the remote control with him and started playing with it. Tom gave. I'd already paid though. Great."God, Casey," I whispered, thinking I'd better find someone else to talk to before talking to myself became habit.Beignets and café au lait. I grinned. That's what I needed. It was a good thing I'd be leaving in a couple days. If I stayed there, I'd end up big as a house. A big, fat lunatic who wandered around talking to herself, I thought, giggling.After breakfast, I went down to the Moon Walk, where the tour bus was boarding. The group of tourists chattered. He didn't try to slide it inside, but just ran his veined shaft betweenmy legs."Close your legs," he said out of breath.I did.An instant later his hands were on my hips pulling me towards him. We didwhat I would latter learn was called 'dry humping'. As he rocked forwardI pushed back. His cock sliding between my legs felt so good, so natural.I'm a boy, why does this feel so good I kept thinking? I wasn't eventouching myself, but I was breathing heavy. At one point he pushed hiscock forward.