Brandon played for another hour before finally turning off the console. As he undressed and slipped into bed his thoughts once more returned to Her. H...e reached down to where he had discarded his trousers on the floor alongside his bed, and removed his mobile phone from the pocket. A touch of a button brought the screen to life, and he surreptitiously thumbed his way through the phones photo gallery until he found his favourite picture of Her. There she was, the image of her that he always. I also realized how come we never talked about this on the phone. On the phone, we only talked about how he liked his cock inside my pussy, and he asked about how I masturbated and made myself cum. “Go to your room, now. Your mom will be home anytime soon,” I said. Frank got out of the bed and started getting dressed. “Frank,” I said before he could leave the room. He turned to look at me. “Thanks for such a hot welcome.” Frank smiled and left. I stayed with Frank and Marry for five days, and. Only thinking about it makes me feel warmer all over suddenly. It features heavily in that novel on my nightstand. Or, more accurately, in my nightstand. I don't dare to leave it lying around, even thought I've been the only person in my bedroom for... uh, years. Decades.Hope dies last, I suppose. Even if it's so preposterous and kinda perverted that someone would just come up to me, corner me like one of those cocky, handsome bastards from my novel, and say something like-“It's cute how you're. I was about to have my first KISS!I closed my eyes in anticipation which was an implied permission for him to go ahead. I felt his full palm on my cheek, his thumb caressing it slowly. It was his warm breath on my lips that alerted me that his lips were close to mine, real close. And then they met.I still can never forget the feel. His lips pecking on mine, trying to suck my upper and lower lips alternatively. Soon the pressure increased and more of my lips were going inside his. I knew.