It was a miserable existence, and he often cried himself to sleep in his easy chair at night while the movie played, as the bitterness of his situatio...n made itself fully known to him.It was in that setting that the amazing thing happened: Marilyn showed up in his house.Actually, it wasn’t really Marilyn Monroe -- it was a large green slimy creature named Kannzik, a visitor from a faraway planet, a thing that had crashed its spaceship on the nearby beach one night and wandered through the. Then Paul’s hand moved slowly over the soft flesh until his fingers were inside the leg of Ronnie’s shorts. Still not entirely sure if he was misinterpreting the signs or not, he slid his fingers round the curve of the limb until they were spread across the yielding flesh of Ronnie’s inner thigh, his fingertips just brushing the fabric of the boy’s underpants. There was another pause, during which Paul became acutely aware of the tickling sensation growing in his crutch and was prompted to inch. ”I waited until after her orgasm subsided and suggested again that we should probably leave.“Just a little more. Please.”I turned the “little more” into two more orgasms. Later she told me that those were the first ones in her life. I find it hard to believe that she never played with herself and orgasmed before, but she was raised to think that touching herself was a sin.As I had planned, she lost all track of time and I was home free. She would be severely punished, and she wouldn’t blame or. “So… what, Damien?” she asked, a little red from my previous compliment. “Breathtaking.” After I said it, I must have turned crimson, because my face felt very hot. It wasn’t an adjective that seemed appropriate for just meeting someone. But she turn the same color that I felt like, and the soft smile on her face, told me that she like the compliment. “That wasn’t a word I expected, but I love that you think that. I do notice that you are still breathing, thought,” she joked. “And that look on.