Usually there were four or five of them, and we all got along fine. While I played the role of host, I was more of a spectator than participant, not ...eally being involved in the activities. Maryanne was in charge of that.As usual, over the next hour or so, Maryanne had stripped for our five guests and taken them each in turn into our bedroom and fucked them. Afterwards, we all sat around in the living room sipping wine and beer, Maryanne wearing a loose bathrobe. At one point one of the guys. Once more orgasm ripped through her body and this time when it subsided she leaned back against me limply.“Ready to cum?” she asked.“Whatever,” I said, because at this point I didn’t care what she wanted to do, she could do it.She slid off of me and appeared between my legs again; she took my cock into her mouth again and began giving me another blow job much like the last one. I realized that we didn’t have too much time before the family came home and at the pace she was going I wasn’t going. I found it odd that a kid who performed with such alacrity and precision could have such a sleepy, lazy manner of speaking. There was much about Stepper that I found intriguing: he had a flair for dance and a sense for music that has never been matched by any kid I knew before or since. He had practical and apparently hard-earned "street smarts" that I envied. At the same time there was something about him that was even more childlike than his 8 or 9 years. I kept seeing him as a youngish Pied. I laughed but he started to cry. I took him in my arms and held him and told him things will get better. At this point I wanted to see his cock but felt it wrong as he was confused and upset. I started to do the repair, some sheet rock replacement when I realized that I had forgotten my rock saw in my car. Troy offered to get and when he came back in he looked a little shaken. I asked what was wrong and he told me he opened the wrong tool box! At that point I realized that I had forgotten to.