You place your hands again under your head, now resting on a pillow and more comfortably able to watch me minister to you. I kneel between your legs a...nd run my hands up your thighs.The hair on your legs never ceases to fascinate me with its softer patches where your slacks rub and the courser patches where they do not. I kiss your right thigh, turning your knee out a little so that I can kiss the softer inside. A chance glance in the mirror reminds me of the dark hickeys with which you. We saw a group of teenagers walking up the alley. William had forgotten to close the garage door. They didn’t look inside so I don’t think we had been seen.“Phewww. That was close,” William said in a relieved tone.“Maybe I should get dressed.”“Good idea. I’ll run up and get your clothes. They should be dry by now.”I watched him go up the steps once more wearing only his boxers. I wondered if he realized that was all he had on.“Here you go,” he said as he placed my clothes and shoes on the couch. The name I chose was ‘Natalia de Ciel’ with de Ciel being French for ‘of Heaven’. Ironic, that’s how you’ve always been to me. I know you’d be smack dab in the middle of middle school now, thirteen. In my mind’s eye, you’d have your father’s beautiful looks: dark brown hair, stick straight and so shiny, eyes so dark brown the edges of the irises are purple, his length of bone, his fair skin with that gets unbelievably dark when kissed by the sun. I know that you would have had the heritage of. “Well, that’ll be easy to hide,” I whispered in jest as I touched the new bruises with my fingers. “Easy, boy, easy,” I said, trying to calm him down, but his cock was already leaving its sheath and finding its way among my butt cheeks.For a few seconds, I stuttered. I clenched my butt around his cock to better gauge its size while at the same time I tried to rearrange his front legs to stop his claws from scratching me any further. It was, indeed, big, probably had the same girth of my own.