So we walked over to the elevator and hit the floor that I was staying in. We walked into my room I was sharing with my family and immediately flopped...onto the bed.If you’ve ever seen the 1968 version of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet the kissing and such. It was not like that. She kissed her way down to my waist and pulled my shorts down while licking my nips. Which gave me a second thought…..She once again greedily took my cock in her hand and shoved her mouth down on it.“mmmhmmmm!” she. If you want that sticky puddle takencare of, you're going to have to work for it!" she said mockingly asshe leaned in and brought those lovely breasts to my face. Thoughshe'd taken care to strap my torso to the table, my arms and hands werestill free and I immediately brought my hands up and worked the frontof her bra down and off of those sexy thick nipples of hers. Idistantly noted that my nipples were almost as big as her now and howsexy it would be to get them just as large. That thought. She bent over and kissed him gently on the lips and smiled at him. Kara glanced at the clock. Reality set in now. Boy Wonder had to go home before things got suspicious. “6:30,” she said. “Shit,” Pete replied, easing himself off the bed and putting on his clothes. Kara did the same. Once he put on the letterman jacket, he was a high school kid all over again, a stranger. She was just the big-breasted secretary in the auto hobby shop where Pete got his Trans-AM fixed, the car his Dad passed down. Protective isn’t the exact word, but close to it. So that kind of outlook — be nice, but be smart — combined with my size ... well, it sort of fit in with keeping the peace so far as the Little River saloon customers were concerned.My grandfather, Clive Gilmore, had showed me how to be ... not a man, exactly. I was too young for that when he taught me how to ride horses, took me fishing, taught me how to hunt. Turned out I had what he called a natural talent with guns. Long and short; I was.