Supposed it might have been more normal had I taken the bed, where we had just fucked, in the other bedroom – alone – but that had not been the sleeping arrangement from before, and I wanted this last night together to merely relax in the company of the other. By now I had to have faith in that the boy would never utter any details whatsoever of the things we masturbation had done. From my understanding, Jonas slept as deeply and as comfortably as I did. Sunday morning was all about solidifying our special bond, and our special secrets. I never boned him, just talked to him and kept his spirits high through both sincere words and some intimate touching in places where he would probably not be stroked in a while. In the end though, before unlocking the bedroom door and getting breakfast, we devotedly blew each other off. Me and the kiddo had some calm hours together before my sister and his father got back an hour or so after noon. Eric was upset by the way in which Sweden had given away the game yesterday, and since I and Jonas had read up more thoroughly on it after breakfast, we could concur convincingly. I hoped they didn’t find him too happy, with too high a spirit, since that would be a bit uncharacteristic, but that was most certainly my mind tilting at windmills. A couple of hours later, I departed, as I felt it, on good terms with everyone. On my back up the coast to Gothenburg, to return my rented car and to thereafter take a taxi to the airport outside of the city, my mind was inevitably in risk assessment mode. However, I did feel highly confident, and I still do more than a week afterwards, that the effeminate and well behaved kid will not utter a word to anyone of what we have done. I think my calmness about it all prompted a response which made myself think and re-think it all, but the conclusion is still the same; I need not worry myself. What I am still thinking about though is how best to communicate with him. I have his phone number, and he has mine, but that hardly seems a safe and appropriate way of staying in contact – which I advised him of. Finishing this re-telling of recent extraordinary events, I have been back in states for a little more than a week now. I have yet to stop craving Solo the girly boy’s petite ass however, if I will ever be able to stop coveting that like a maniac... Like an addict craves drugs. I have watched and re-watched the video countless cock times. It is now my most prized, and most dangerous, possession. Having stud copied it from my phone onto my computer, I have deleted it from the former. Without end, I am visualizing scenarios where I somehow, someway, get to spend more time with the submissive teacher’s pet Jonas. Maybe I get to see him in a few years, but by then he has certainly grown, and even if I’d definitely fuck him nevertheless if possible – I mean how much can an effeminate, petite boy change in a couple of years – I’d very much like to continue to be with him more as he is now; like a petite sexdoll. The best thing I have been able to think of so far, is to perhaps make a journey to comic con. Considering Jonas’ keen interest in comic book characters, it would make sense. It would be logical to suggest to his father and to my sister. I figure I perhaps ought to reach out to people with children, and set in motion some sort of trip where it would not be only me and the son of my sister’s partner. That way I could act as if I would be tagging along with some friends – and casually mention something along the lines of oh by the way, would Jonas like to come? – rather than it being my own initiative and suggestion. To actually have other kids reappearing in photos would be an advantage when trying to support such a story for the boy’s parents. As for now, I’m thinking about discretely asking around at work to see if erotic any co-workers have been going to any such events, but I’ve rarely socialized with anyone from there, and I don’t want to be weird about it, so I’d best take my time. What’s perhaps strange is that on the flight home, and repeatedly the last few days, I’ve started imagining sharing the boy with other, likeminded men, if given the opportunity. Having him be the center of attention for me, and maybe two or three other desiring men, with at least one us of being proficient with a camera. I know I should be grateful for what I’ve already experienced, and I surely am, but I suppose it is only human nature to want more. I gasped, my head snapping up. After a couple of minutes I got up and went back to my desk. I gripped the piece of paper. After a lot of negotiations, a compromise had been reached. Within stud a few minutes Ryan had got the remote vibe out of our backpack and was holding it up in the air. I bounded to my feet, so eager to fuck Tracy. When they arrived home Tegan collected her things and entered the house. Her pale skin indicated the hair was natural. Then for good measure, I added, “Aww, is someone jealous?” in an imitating tone. The girl laughed and put her nose to his. The top I bought her could not have been more revealing and accompanying that was her short skirt that added to her truly foxy appearance. Jessica went back to work on her pussy, while Abby brought her hands Solo to her mom's hairy cunt. I savor his calming heartbeat against erotic my ear, and the warmth of his body on my own. With skills a mixture of those of a butcher and a surgeon, he cut her stomach away from its intestinal bindings and dropped it on a tray near where his tools were. He was now undressing with his mates while laughing and talking about something I couldn’t hear. There was a fast song playing and we went onto the dance floor and only started dancing masturbation when the song ended. There were literally thousands of girls on this island, and yet, the only one I wanted was my own little sister. "You're conclusions?" Penny was daydreaming, wondering what was happening to her when the ringing of the phone broke her thoughts. “All bare and unable to resist,” he added. A man in a white suit, every one of the staff who worked in the White House were all navy personnel, opened the door. Our Mom usually only worked half a day on Friday, so we knew we shouldn’t risk trying anything right then. It felt incredible. Maybe she should punish her for it later. He offered to help as he seemed bored with those he was visiting. “We're going to make our kingdom.” I sank onto his lap. We were cock married in a wonderful ceremony on a Saturday afternoon. “Now I kind of want to make one,” Lorraine added. Finally on a night when they were all five of them gathered in the hotel’s dining room to share in a well needed meal and social time, it occurred to Will that he hadn’t heard about the status of Amber. None of the paths of the park were directly beside it. Raul said “Man, I feel kind of dizzy.” I almost missed it, so subtle a nudge it was.