JIM AT THE BAR,HE IS bloodY BAD NEWS AND YOUNG BOYS LIKE YOU ARE WHAT HE GETS OFF ON, SO BE WARNED.I KIND OF HALF HEARTEDLY LAUGHED AND SAID NOT TO WO...RY WE WERE ONLY THERE FOR A DRINK.WITH THIS WAYNE SAID ITS YOUR ROUND BIRTHDAY BOY,GET TO THE BAR. I WALKED TO THE BAR TRYING TO AVOID CONTACT WITH THE OLD.I FAILED ,AS I LOOKED UP HE WAS LOOKING AT ME GUY.HAVENT SEEN YOU IN HERE BEFORE HE SAID IN A GRAVELY SCOTTISH ACCENT,NO I SAID JUST POPPED IN FOR A COUPLE,ON MY BIRTHDAY PUB CRAWL.HOW OLD ARE. Johnreached up and felt the weight of Marsha's full breasts through the material of her dress. He could feel the hardness of her nipples and stroked them while watching the struggling boy being tied between the posts.Mindful of the money certain members of the public would donate to their benevolent fund, the policemen ensured that the boy's thighs were pulled well apart, before tying them by rope to the posts. The young boy's cock and balls hung between his widely spread thighs, his ball sack. I had learned to use as little as needed and thus had less of a mess. Painting. Well, that was another story. But eventually I learned not to put it on so thick. LOL.School. Friends. Playing outdoors until nearly dark. It was a wonderful year.A young child's carefree existance.The storm was coming. It was brewing in our home. Glimpses of arguments. Muffled yelling as the parents tried their best to not get too carried away when we were nearby.Mommy yelling at daddy. Daddy yelling at mommy.. In excess, it becomes an abomination.Naturally, I endeavored to obtain as much information about the events after I had exited the ball as I could. Since my "family" wants little to do with me other than order me to do this or that, this took some effort. However, I soon discovered that the whole subject of Cinderella left a foul taste in the mouths of each of them. (I speak here of the figurative. Henceforth, I shall cover the literal.) A little sympathy for them or an insult to her would.