’ ‘I see. Allow me to speak with her and if she wishes to meet you she will call you, where can you be reached?’ I gave him the address and phon...e number of the Pension. There was nothing left but to wait, wait in the hope that she will see me after telling me not to look for her. For the next two days I ventured out to sightsee my way around Paris, having told the proprietor of the Pension, Madam Foucault, to take a message if anyone called. I saw the Louvre, the Notre Dame, I took a boat ride. I felt the narcotic pleasure of that gossamer-cloaked thumb grind into my ever so pleased vagina. After thirty seconds or so of deep French kissing and intense massaging, he pulled his thumb from the wet silky wad and proudly observed, “Now they’re that kind of wet!” When his lips approached mine once more I closed my eyes and did we ever kiss. He tickled my tongue with his then took a breather to suckle my earlobes. As my eyes took in the splendor of the scenery around us, I suddenly felt. From then on, they flew into their safe area on their own and came back to the cave at dusk, again on their own.”After their evening meal, some had a card game going while others just sat and talked. There were soft drinks, coffee and still-warm sweet rolls from the stasis chamber. When they heard the muffled boom of thunder, Morales motioned to the monitor showing tree limbs swaying in the wind. Moments later, the rain began, soon coming down harder. The sensitive cameras, enhanced by strong. "Fuck me, mister," the boy whispered. And was it only his imagination, or had the boy added "Harris"—John's last name—to the end of that sentence? At this point, John couldn't have cared less. Tenderly, carefully, he began inserting his huge dickhead into the tight, horny boy­hole. The kid took it without any problems. John was sure he'd never be able to get all the way in, but once the cock head was past the tight assring, the boy began pumping his own meat, relaxed his asshole, and John just.