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The sky was overcast, and the temperature had dropped to some extent. No one being in the mood to fix dinner, we agreed on ordering pizza. This made Eric a bit gleeful - that me and his babe would have two days of bad nutrition in a row. He was joking around, issuing concerns that we’d soon end up like him, at which point he grasped the full extent of his gut, and I think we all liked the way he was laughing at his own expense. With the match between Sweden and Germany approaching - kickoff happening at 8 pm - Sandra and Eric had apparently made last minute plans to watch the game together with some of the people they had met yesterday, on their luncheon. I didn’t shower specifically ask, but I envisioned how it would be a gathering babe of affluent men and gold-digging females in their 20s, but it would probably be more normal than that. Without asking, which I didn’t do, I could only speculate. Explaining how juicy they’d probably be back before midnight, Sandra added a “Goooo Sweden!”, before she closed the door behind her and went to join Eric in his Maserati, and off they were, once again. I didn’t jump right at the kid as soon as we were left alone like some sort of complete, mindless sexy deviant. Instead, I waited until it was around half an hour until the game started, before I suggested that we could take a quick shower if he was up for it. Without any discernible trepidation, he followed me to the bathroom. Containing my giddyness, and forcefully acting normal, if it could be called that considering how I undressed myself fully and sported a raging hard-on while the girly boy seemed reluctant to do the same. He had no trouble looking at my cock though and didn’t seem afraid of it. Perhaps he found it embarrassing to expose himself in a similar fashion under the luminous lights? For that reason, I turned them off. The sun wouldn’t go down until several hours later anyway, and with there being a small window beautiful with a stained and murky glass pane in the bathroom, it became a bit shaded but not perilously dark. The change seemed to help, and submissively he allowed (or amateur accepted) me to help with unclothing him, following which I led him into the small shower booth with a sliding plastic door, that I closed behind us. With the lukewarm, or rather borderline hot, water streaming down on us, I could not fathom how any man would not want to fuck this submissive and slender boy. Seeing, and laying hands on his pretty and sexy little, firm butt it did not compute. Who would not want to be naked in there with him? If only he was my son. I would shower with him every day and have him share my bed. As much as I hated to admit it, shower I enjoyed the attention. finger each other's wet cunts. Suddenly, babe we were in a mad scramble, we were both moving, twisting our bodies around. "Hi, Emily. “You think I should maybe take a look?” The tiny black plastic sun shade did nothing to prevent the glare of sunlight from bleaching detail form the drone's handheld control panel. Within minutes we amateur were on the beach. In his final moments Papa weakly groaned, his branches reaching towards his kin as a broken voice escaped with his last breath; "...Feel no guilt... sexy for I know that you could not have aided me. You cannot move... you are trees." I know you starry-eyed freshmen think that the right words said at the right time juicy will fix everything, but I’ve been around this school a lot longer than you. “I’ll be right beautiful back, don’t do anything without me,” I teased.