I’ll get over it. I need to go!”“It does matter!” I said firmly. “I pointed out that they were wrong. And, in the end, they agreed with me. ...And I wasn’t the only one. Please, don’t do this.”“I think it’s better if I don’t participate,” he said.“Will you at least keep coming to study group? I knew that Stephie and Cindi were helping. You’re grades are improving. Why throw that away? And please, please, come to the Halloween party.”“I’ll think about it, OK?” he said, and walked away.I shook my. My hand seeks out my prize, finding the warmth, silky flesh of his cock, I squeeze him gently, with his foreskin sliding down as I stroke him. The bulging vein throbs against my fingers, I run my thumb over his head. A small pearl size drop of pre-cum lingers there, but I slide it down over his shaft as I stroke him. His breath hitches, as his fingers tighten on his steering wheel, letting out a groan. Oh, he is so ready for my mouth. I can feel his pulse quicken against my lips that are now. My eyes running along the wall past my window with the frilly curtains I don't remember having. On to the two chests of drawers at the end of the room. There were a couple teddy bears sitting on them...Then the half opened closet came into view. There was a school uniform peeking out. A girls school uniform. There were some clothes on the floor by the closet too. They were unmistakably feminine.Stranger and stranger. The carpet leading up to the bedside was also different. It had some floral. Until they finally tired and with red cheeks climbed back into their room and into their bed, in which they fell asleep snuggled closely to each other. They did not know the rest of the house, did not suspect the moldering decay of its rooms and hallways, of the torn carpets and broken chairs that were piled up everywhere, of the walls and balconies that were close to collapsing, of the faded colors of the portraits and busts of their ancestors. The time in which they made their first foot.