The following morning my mind is filled with trepidation as I go downstairs for breakfast. Does she know? Did she taste my cum in her mouth when she w...oke up?Her behaviour is perfectly normal. I guess she didn’t.The next night, I hold her chin, applying just enough pressure to get some friction from her mouth. I can thrust into her now. I’m fucking her mouth! Still no reaction from her. The reaction from me comes far too quickly, and I cum hard. As I withdraw, some of my cum dribbles out of her. I was so happy, crazy and excited to meet her. Over the week I kept in contact with her and we decided to meet on a Saturday at 11 am in a mall.I told my parents that I am going out with my friends and left the house at 9 am on my bike as the mall was pretty far. I reached the mall at 10:45 am and waited in the mall. I was wearing a decent shirt and jeans. I got a call from her saying that she is in the mall. I was super excited and nervous. At last, she came and I could not believe my eyes.She. Another explosion from the tail pipe, a cloud of bluish smoke, and the car was gone.Nearly twenty minutes later I'd had enough standing around, and, resisting the blandishments of the various Pakistanis to partake of their somewhat ill-looking water ice, decided to walk to the hotel. Getting directions from the few local residents who seemed to be alert enough to tell, I followed my nose and the random automobile part until I could see the hotel about three blocks in the distance. As I looked. 'Natasha looked at me quizzically whilst her father just smiled. I explained Mr. Kopolova's offer to them.'You have accepted of course.' Natasha stated.'Not yet... ' I started.'Why on earth not. Give me one good reason... ' She demanded before it was my turn to interrupt.'Because I haven't had the chance to discuss it with my girlfriend yet.' I said smiling partly about what I'd said but also at Mr. Kopolova's attempt to hide his laugh.Just for a change, I'd managed to shut Natasha up, at least.