Which is unlikely. She would never have started talking to you, if you weren’t fairly intelligent. So how about this question, what are your intenti...ons?’ Jason laughed, ‘Seriously?’ When Peter just stared again, Jason laughed louder. ‘Quit leering at me. People are going to think that I just broke up with you.’ Peter grinned, but still said nothing. ‘Alright, I don’t know about you, but after meeting her, I’m not so sure a strictly friend with benefits situation is going to satisfy me here.’. " He handed me a card and slipped into the vacant photo booth. I stared at the curtain for a long moment before heading over to my dad. How the hell did he know I was going to England? And if he knows, do others? And if not, can they find out through him?I turned around and walked back to the photo booth, whipping the curtain back only to find the booth empty. I looked down at the card and saw it was for a bookseller and restorer named Daffyd Llewellyn who had a shop named Quills not far from. "Nice dick k**..." Jeramey cut himself off as he began sucking on Peter's7 inch meat. It wasn't as long or thick as Jeramey's but still prettysexy. Jeramey could fit the whole thing in his mouth and throat easily.He knew how to suck."Holy shit Jeramey, how do u do that?" Shut the fuck up k**, do you want me to suck it or do u want me to talkto you?" Jeramey was pretty pissed off acting. He bobbed on Peter's cocklike a professional. He either watched a lot of blow job videos andpracticed on a. We spent the afternoon and early evening wandering the streets, eating when we were hungry and generally enjoying each other’s company. The short drive to Naples was accomplished before noon on Wednesday and again, we had almost a full day to be tourists. On a whim, we took a speedboat to the Isle of Capri to visit the Blue Grotto. We had become bona fide tourists. Vannie’s final meeting was at ten on Thursday and the rest of the day, and the trip for that matter, was ours. We were becoming.