I was six when I first moved into the housing project. Johnny and Bobby lived across the street on the circle with their mother Pearl, there little br...ther Bunker, and their sisters Cathy and Flossie and little sister Maryanne. I don’t remember the first time I met them. I believe Johnny was a little older than me, he was kinda the leader in the little group of friends I hung around then. I remember he had blond hair and an infectious smile and that his eyes were always exploring. I don’t. The pre-paid cell phones didn't have the best of components."How ya doing?" Ryan replied. He knew Consuela's voice by now, even distorted as it was by the cheap phone. It was the time of day they'd set up to talk to each other, a thing they did nearly every evening now. They liked the contact, tenuous though it was."Good, real good... how 'bout you," she answered."Doing great... tired of waiting, but good otherwise," Ryan remarked.That was as far as he would go. They would say nothing that. “I don’t know who that was, but he wasn’t the same Mr. Smith I outfitted in DC years ago. He is very close in appearance, but he doesn’t have your eyes, nor does he give off the same vibe as you. I needed you inside me then as much as I do right now. Fuck me until you can’t anymore, then we need to talk.”I don’t think you will be doing much talking, at least not coherently, anytime soon.After I came inside her for the fourth time, we washed up in the shower and got out to dry off. She locked. Oh god yes fuck your slut of a mother, yes fuck me oh god fuck my asshole with your huge thick cock yes baby fill mommy up with your cum.I was pushing my poop hole back onto his hard cock as I met his every deep hard thrust into my bowels that left me screaming in orgasmic pleasure as another orgasm swept over my entire body.I could only ram my shit hole back onto his cock and take deep gulps of air into my lungs as he pounded and punished my tight asshole with his steel hard cock. Oh god how I.