’ ‘You can go to a whore house.’ ‘But you told me never to go to a whore house. Then if you are not interested it will have to be Beth.’ ‘...o you leave Beth alone. She’s still unsure about her sexual preference. I’ll make some calls.’ Muriel grabbed her phone and took her coffee out on to the terrace while Xavier stared moodily at the wall in front of him and wondered if his mom was any good at sex. It would appear his father didn’t think so. Just as Xavier was thinking about going off to. That’s what today was all about. He kissed her jaw line, working his way up gently to her lips as he drew his hands up from her waist to fondle the sides of her breasts as she continued to work them against his shirt. Her body was so perfect. So soft there, and firm there, it was almost impossible to control himself. He let his hands drift behind her head to guide her as he began kissing her lips passionately. She relaxed into his hands letting his lips and slight pressures direct everything as. Hers built quick enough to let his cock bathe in her juices for a few strokes before adding more fluid to the saturated, lively, complicated, enrapturing, absolutely perfect little cunny."I can't wait until next weekend," she sighed lying beside him. He almost blew it by being confused. There wasn't going to be a next weekend with her or all this. He smiled through the lump in his throat, turned his face to her loveliness and gently kissed her soft lips."You're a beautiful and remarkable woman,. Music made him feel powerful, made him feel like he had a reason to live. It seemed that the lyrics of the song on the radio spoke directly to him, lifting him up, making him feel happy that someone, somewhere understood what he felt. When he got home, Jess went straight to his room. As he was changing into his work uniform, he took a look at himself in the mirror. He was 16, had long, dark brown hair, electric blue eyes, was about six feet tall, and had slim body. The person staring back at.