The powerful jets of water felt great against my muscles. I thought to myself of how lucky these kids were. If they only knew how much of a bastard I ...as. They were fortunate to be older than I prefer. That Macy however I would have to remember if things got slow. After a while they all got dressed and headed home as the sun was going down. The following day was the same routine. Up at 4am, delivered the three loads of hay to the horse farm. Loaded several rolls for a guy, and my work day was. No, these feelings seem to come from the city itself.This is new, you think to yourself. The city has never felt at me before.As you ponder the situation before you, the feelings strengthen and coalesce into thoughts, words, and a voice. You are vaguely aware that you do not hear this voice in a conditional sense, but even so the city speaks to you in a voice of sweetness and warmth, but at the same time full of its sense of loss and longing."Dunsany," the city calls to you. "Henry Dunsany, my. She probably wouldn't have minded so much if she had a chance to flirt with him first. Clive wasn't in the mood to be flirting just now. The action he saw between the three of us on the bed must have stirred his gonads to a fever pitch. Clive pulled out just a little to let her pull in some fresh air without gagging.One gulp of air later, Clive pushed his massive rod back into it's deepest point of travel. He continued doing this until Sandy had grown accustomed to having something that huge. I was getting close and I wanted to see him blow his load as badly as I wanted to blast the depths of his ass with mine. It was then that I noticed a perfect view from the opposite side of the room where my dresser mirror was. It was like watching a porno of me fucking this little boy, the determined look on my face, almost angry, and the look of pleasure with a light hint of shock on his. Just as I was taking this all in, he looked up to see me in the mirror and his jaw dropped open as his.