She lives just outside the woods, I add. That way, I point. Very helpful you say grinning broadly, perhaps when next we meet I can nibble your pie, an... perhaps I might have something for you to wrap your lips around. With that you race off into the trees disappearing in a flash. Hmmmm…Theres no pie here I think to myself, double entendres were never my strong point. After a long and lazy walk, broken by the odd rest and a bite to eat, I finally come into view of Grannies house. Eagerly I run up. The material was too thick.Feeling frustrated, I decided to throw caution to the wind. I stood out of my seat to check who could see me. Not many people were awake and those that were, were surely to far away to see what I was about to do. In a flash of excitement, I lowered my shorts and poked my erect cock through the flap in my underwear. It was the hardest I had ever seen it, veins bulging and the tip all swollen and purple. I sat back down and before I had even touched it, my cock began. Dan was at home alone. He was twelve and a half year old. It was the agewhen the half year still counted. He was sure it counted. Dan had plannedthis day long before and he had prepared everything for today to passsmoothly.The first thing he had to do was to imitate a sickness to get excusedfrom the trip with his parents. That was done perfectly. Mom didn'texpect him to pretend sickness, not in the winter break. Usually Dan waseager to see his cousins and parents couldn't expect his ailment. Upon the clergy’s order, we obey, our tongues go inTo each other’s open mouth, drooling, pure ring gag sin.Our collars attached, a hood shared, a great storeOf bondage and fetish added, linking you to me, Faith No More.?As I finishthe tale, I finish my taskOf donning all latex, of zipping up my mask.So many, too many, the layers are so tight,My body a shiny shadow; Faith out of sight.Not my eyes, not a hair, not my skin, not a pore,Nor the dildo vibingme, deep inside Faith No More.As I cry, as.