’ ‘Just be your sweet self. Try not to worry about making an impression and you’ll be fine. If you feel shy you don’t have to speak. Just rela...x.’ Weirdly, my heart beat with the beat of Ravel’s Bolero in the taxi to Magda’s parents. Nervous, yes, but again, good nervous. Bolero’s is not a beat that accepts defeat. Cinnamon! Door opens, hello Magdadad, hello Magdamom! Met you before, old pals now. Her mother a bit of a big rodent today, bustling about. Rabbit? Guineapig! Daddy, warm beer. Both. Daddy noticedand winked his approval at my deportment. "You're a natural. So, whatshould your name be?" Daddy asked after the waiter left."I don't know," I said. "Should you be involved?" Hey, I helped name you in the first place," Daddy reasoned. "Picksomething you like. I happened to choose a name that shared myinitials, but you can choose whatever you like."I thought for a while, absentmindedly munching on a bread stick."Careful how you eat, sweetie," Daddy quietly warned. I snapped out. The ongoing battle between friendship and sexuality had reached its peak. I weighed the possible outcomes if she was lying about their agreement but decided to trust my cock.Within an instant I lunged at her. Quickly grabbing her pettite frame and throwing her on top of my throbbing shaft. Her hips began to buck as she began to grind against it. I could feel her pussy getting wet as her silky thong became enveloped by her lips. I kissed her neck from her collarbone to hear ear. I could feel the. "Lois slid down far enough to drop her head to my cock and laved away the mixed cum fluids clinging to it in a sticky coat. That stimulation was such that just as she finished, but with my helmet still in her mouth, I shot off another load, albeit this time, a quite small one."Fuck, what it would be like for me to be eighteen again, Ben, you studly hunk. I'll definitely be seeing more of that cock. God but I envy Stephanie tomorrow. No wonder she doesn't want to come along with us. I wouldn't.