Well… you know…” I looked away as I could feel my cheeks reddening. He turned my head back until I was looking at him and said, “I love you.�... Just like that – short and simple. My breathing froze for a moment, and my eyes widened. He smiled, and oh the things that smile did to my heart! My expression lifted, and I told him, “I love you too.” He took my hand and looked at it, turning it over and studying it. “So flawless…” he murmured. Absentmindedly, his other hand reached up and lightly. Yet, in one of them I observed another, darker quality-a hidden secret peering from behind a facade of wanton earthiness. I resolved to keep a sharp eye on her.He instructed them to revive and assist Mrs. Holmes. He dismissed them, told me to follow him, turned, and shuffled away.He led me through his home, which was a mansion far exceeding any I'd seen. The architectural and decorating style, sometimes called Malibu modern, was a gaudy display popularized by film stars who lived in the area.. When I awoke on Sunday it was noon. The one night I wanted to forget, I remembered most of. I especially remembered the young man who said I sucked cock better than his mother. I wondered if he was the mysterious bf. Either way I was not happy with the memories of my actions from the night before. Being able to remember might not be all good," I decided.Did I feel guilty about all the sucking and fucking from the night before, sure but that was part of the experience. It was the truly. I'd never gone down on a girl before, and honestly had only fantasized about it a few times. So, I drank in the new experience, the way her pubic mound sloped away from my nose, the way she tasted fresh out of her panties and the growing note of vinegar in her flavor as I made her wetter with my mouth. The slightly darker color of the skin right around her vagina, the tiny stubble where she shaved around the outside of her trimmed pubes, her sexy tan lines. It was all new and so.