" Benin had grown quiet. She listened to him intensely. A picture did grow in her mind of Jana Ivanova, the girl in that old photo, with her long legs...spread, her white, soft skin, and that classic Nordic face twisted up in pleasure. 'Maybe, ' she thought, 'John did have a point after all.' But damned if she was going to make his twisted scheme easy for him.In the meantime, though, he'd grown hard and ready. She pushed him onto his back and sat astride him. Gently, she took him by the cock and. Kay smiled, "I thought maybe you'd had enough of the adults." Yeah," said John, "they were getting pretty wasted." Our parents like a good party, that's for sure." She grinned at him. "I do a little partying myself. Would you like a drink?" she asked conspiratorially."A drink?" echoed John. He'd never had anything stronger than a sip or two of beer, but he knew he wasn't about to refuse Kay. She wasn't the prettiest girl in school, but she certainly had nothing to be ashamed of. She was of. This close up she could see the outline of his penis through the material of his trousers. “Someone’s excited” she whispered lustily as she pulled his trousers down. His boxers were tight fitting and left nothing to the imagination. She was so aroused she couldn't believe it. Four months without a man could do it to a girl in her profession. She shivered in anticipation as she grabbed the elastic at the top of his boxers, and slowly lowered over his hips. His pubic hair sprang into view, neatly. “Zax!” His grandpa Ger, who fell ill in the past two days from stress and reminiscing of his beloved home, was the first to uttered outloud. Immediately after, an upsurge of similar responses was triggered, in even more astonishment the grandpa Ger’s.“Marco, your son is alive!”“Laylen, Laylen, that- that’s your son!”“Zax...”These and many more reactions stirred the crowed.Of course, not all knew Zax. Among the adults, a handful were even unfamiliar with his name and it is meaningless mentioning.