Chapter FourGreg showed up a little after breakfast, his fishing pole and tackle box in hand. Together we checked out the little fishing cabin and determined it would make for an excellent hook-up spot. I made a mental note to put some clean sheets on the bunk beds and give the place a good cleaning.
Again, we exchanged blow jobs. This time, I learned to stimulate the nut sack, orally and manually, and how to avoid bringing Greg to climax too soon, while continuing to bring him pleasure. When Greg did it to me, he had me begging for him to bring me to orgasm. We spent the rest of the day fishing and bullshitting. I caught three perch, he caught five.
To Grandma’s disappointment, I skipped church on Sunday. I especially wanted to skip Sunday School and the Youth Group meeting. I’d already
