I’m not that kind of girl and I have never been with a boy. I swear, uncle.” I gave her an incredulous stare. “How can I believe you now after I... find condoms in your bag?” She nearly began to cry. “I don’t know, uncle, but I swear they aren’t mine!”“Well, we will see about that. Turn around and face the bed, lean over it and put your hands upon the mattress for me to know you haven’t used condoms.” I told her, getting excited already at the outcome. She obeyed me without question. I was her. Dumbfounded. My clever repartee vanished, lost within the beauty that had filled our little facet of the world. It was then I knew that somewhere beyond my “secret sauce” I had found one of life’s glowing perfections. I had discovered what it was to be totally and thoroughly loved…not the kind that the modern world settles for, but the kind inspired by the words“‘til death do us part”. Three tiny words, but carrying the true measure of love…a clarity of vision that seeks beyond the façade to. With her eyes fixated on the area below my waist, Sonya reached out eagerly and wrapped her tiny hand around my shaft. I closed my eyes, relishing the feeling of her soft hand as she began to slowly pump up and down. With every movement of her hand, her pace quickened and a small droplet of pre-cum began to form on the end of my cock. "You have a beautiful cock!" Sonya exclaimed, moving her face a little closer as if to tease me. "Thank you," I gasped in the hope that it would soon be between. ’ They left the diner and walked down the street toward the motel where Bill was staying, continuing their conversation. When they got to the motel, they stopped and turned to face each other. ‘I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to thank you for helping me tonight,’ Lori told Bill. Impulsively, she went up on tiptoes and planted a kiss on his lips, intending it to be a ‘Thank You’ kiss. When her lips met Bill’s, she felt his arms go around her and, as his embrace tightened, the kiss deepened..