I can never be so sure, because he hardly talks to me anymore. I climbed into the car while placing my iPod buds in my ear. The car ride was long, so ... blasted my music in my ears while I thought of a few scenarios. Scenario one: I pull up to the house in the grand Lincoln Navigator, and pull a stereo-typical move. Where the air is blowing in my hair just perfectly and everything seems to slow down. My dress blows up a little in the wind as well. With all that happening, he is just a few. “Finn, meet Sir Edward Tedbury-Smith. Ed, this is Finnley Harrison MBE.”The man offered me his hand with a warm smile. “Great to finally meet you, Finn. May I call you Finn? You must call me Ed. All my friends do. None of this ‘Sir Edward’ crap.”I liked him immediately. But then, Dan had warned me about his charm. “A knight of the realm. I’m impressed.”He rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t be if I were you. It’s a hereditary baronetcy. All I did to earn it was be my late father’s son.”We sat and. 'Cause I'm thinking, boys? Those turds were my age!But then Florence is all, good night, and, like, booking. I figure, great, blown chance No. 186. But then I get a brain flash and blurt out, "Except I can't go back to my room."She's like, what? And I explain that the leader was my cabin partner so who knows what he'll do. She's all ready to march down with me and I'm figuring, all right! She'll let me bunk with her! But, of course, no such luck. Earth to Mr. Brain, no fox like Florence is just. His cock slit was leaking slimy pre-cum already. I stroked his shaft milking out his pre-juice, smearing it over his knob and down his veiny stalk. He spread his legs, taking a wider stance."Unh huh unh," he cleared his throat. "What you want to do?" he asked.Explicit, I answered, "I want to kiss, lick, suck your nipples; lick your belly; tongue your navel; kiss, lick, suck your big cock; mouth your balls. I want you to fuck me, cum in my mouth." Well we ain't doin' it out here in the open," he.