I was wrong.We did had a lovely dinner, we talked about everything and nothing while drinking wine. We cleaned up, left the kitchen so clean, I could... not believe we were drunk already. We sat at the table, opened the tequila bottle and served to shots, one for my friend and one for me. The clock marked midnight and we stoop up, gave us a nice little kiss in the lips and a hug."Why dont we play a game?" Keela asked."Why not?" I replied."It is called... I never.... done something.... for. Rules?" he asked looking down on me from the porch. His attitude was condescending as well, but I didn't care. We would never be friends. However, he would soon be my son's grandfather."Just one more," I said. "I want to be paid for working for you." You want money?" he asked incredulously. "But why? You're about to become the wealthiest teenager in America in a few weeks."I looked him straight in the eye, my voice slow and even."I want to be paid in information," I replied. "I want all of the. I’d seen them around, I’d even sat behind one in school once. They looked like us, 10 fingers… two arms… two legs, I thought they were like us. Well… as it turns out, girls are nothing like us! Who knew? Secondly, growing up in a totally male dominated household, I was exactly the same as every other White-Anglo-Saxon-Protestant-Male at the time. Every guy instinctively knows that if presented with the opportunity to ‘burn’ someone, there was never any discussion… you take the shot! You get. ." Emilia thought to herself. Her friend had invited another boy for her to help.Two boys were better than one. Two boys, two times the cum. Emilia looked at Drew, who was looking at her. She slowly went back on her knees. Drew, mildly surprised, sat back down in front of her too. He pulled down his pants back down and looked at Emilia. She seemed unfazed by the surprise. Emilia kissed the tip of Drew's cock again, and then resumed her unfinished blowjob."See, man, she just wants to suck some.