Becca and I continued to get together as well, once or twice per week. Despite her insistence that we weren’t in a relationship, I grew fond of her ...and knew that if she weren’t moving to California, we might’ve had some potential. I gave her lots of information about Stanford, about fun spots to hang out in Palo Alto, and she seemed appreciative. Our sex was varied and fun, though our conversations tended to focus on one or two topics and quickly got pretty stale.Still, we had a teary goodbye. I just sat there, stroking my cheek along the shaft, pulling his foreskin down further with every stroke.I don’t know what came over me but suddenly I was licking the head. Oh it was bliss, his warm cock, oozing its premium onto my tongue, it felt incredible.All thoughts of my mistress abandoned me as I pressed lower onto his, now rock solid, cock until I couldn’t fit any more Into my mouth.“Mmm, thats it Toad, you have a lucky mistress” the man groaned as I tried sliding him deeper down my. Can we bring anything?" Just your suits. We're probably just going to do burgers and chips and stuff. We have some soda but if there is anything special you want to drink then bring that. Or if there is a special movie you want to watch, or I have a PS2, so if there is are any games you guys like, whatever. We're not big on planning."He grinned at me. "So, you think you can handle Angie in a bathing suit?"I grinned back and said, "Think you can?" Come on, I grew up with her. I've seen it. Walk around a little more. Yeah, yeah, you walk like you were born a girl. " "This is just too much," sitting down on the couch. "You even cross you legs like a girl," he pointed out. I hadn't even notice, it just seemed the natural way to sit. I then noticed that there was a purse strapped to the back of the chair I was standing next to. "Toss me that purse," I asked Jim. He did and I began to look through the contents. It contained everything the had been in my pockets and my.