And there by the back door was his son. ’Lie on the grass and open your legs for the boy, puta,’ he said to me in a voice that I had become famili...r with; he was deadly serious.I felt a moment of light headedness. I felt a moment of shame. Then I shrugged. What was fucking a minor in the grass compared to what I had done in the sanctuary.I lowered myself, and I sat on the grass, and I laid on my back and his boy chuckled and lowered his pants and knelt between my legs.The demon was still. Watching my little boy child turning himself into a very beautiful girlof the fifties. and one that looked very similar to me. was a highlyarousing spectacle to my avidly excited eyes. My own body was tremblingand the secret place between my lily white thighs was weeping withdesire and sheer carnal lust. I wanted to posses this androgynous childmore than anything else in this world. I would have to have him, all tomyself, in my satin and silk sheeted bed, carnally and totally, eventhough it. She had discovered an area close to the pool but out of direct sight from the patio, where she was certain that she could entice Sef for a while. Their evening meal was more a finger buffet, salads of great red juicy tomatoes and Brie soaked in an aromatic Caesar dressing, fresh fish baked with just sufficient garlic to taste, but not sour the breath, Brioche and sticks of French bread. The food was laid out a number of tables allowing anyone to wander by and select whatever tempted their taste. So much for that idea. Then I realized it wasn't such a big deal. After all, we had all night to talk, and other things.I changed and took my homework out on the back patio. The next hour and a half was spent relaxing in the sun. Just me, some tunes (I had gotten one of those jukebox mp3 players that hold like a million songs for my birthday) a tall glass of lemonade, and of course three textbooks, paper, pens and pencils. You know, just a typical teenager catching some rays. Well, typical for.