Around 10 minutes in, one of their mothers comes and sits next to me. She had beautiful black hair, a slutty figure and large breast. She tries to sta...t a conservation with me, "that's my son down there" she points at this young boy, black hair, skinny but muscular. I didn't really know what to say, but I did recognise the boys face,"he goes to the same school as me!" She seems surprised and she lays her hand on my knee. "Wow!" She says "I never knew that someone could be smart and handsome!". I had seen him so many times it was almost ritualistic, but we had 'Bonded' and I had learned to accept him and his little perversions, sometimes when I had arrived there would be a little package for me, all neatly wrapped and tied with a bow, and he would watch me unwrap it and take out the latest sex toy and a little note asking me to put it inside for him to see.I drew heavily on my cigarette, trying to warm up, staring intently at his cock as he wanked himself, soon he would shoot, but he. Sarah immediately remembered her aunt was less than a couple hundred yards away waiting this whole time for her to get home from school. Sarah looked desperately towards the hole in the fence, though unfortunately Mr. Reynolds could see right through her. He grabbed her by her tangled blonde hair and forced her on her knees. He held her head in place with an iron grip that made her scalp scream in protest. Sarah looked up and found herself looking eye level with the old man's hand, he quickly. All I could think about was Mr. Belmont. It had grown and grown in my mind on Saturday and on Sunday it had begun to consume me. More and more, I wanted him to teach me things. Last night, I dreamed that he was in the park where Mom and I went jogging on Saturday. In it, he had taught me all about anal sex. I'd never had it, of course. I'd had regular sex with my ex-boyfriend, but I never let him do anything back there. It was dirty. Sounded painful.In the dream, it had been glorious. The idea.