Either way, now he has my cum in his tummy. Arriving at the park, I put the bike in a rack and entered the toilet area. Inside the nice clean building...I found two stalls at the far end. According to the internet, here I would find a big hole to stick my cock through for the queers and sluts to suck off. Opening the first stall, I was not disappointed. Waist high, someone had drilled a four inch hole to stick a cock through. Around the hole was a drawing of a big wet hairy pussy that some artist. " I replied. We tried the next night, but we ended up getting caught again. This time though we were at least dressed. I was just sitting on top of him and he was making my ass go in and out. I could feel his dick getting harder as my ass was moving in and out from his cock. We heard foot steps coming, so I moved away. I knew we had just got stopped again and almost caught again."Can we go hang out again tonight, or did I wear you out?" Mom peeked her head in."No, I'm fine. I'll be right. He’ll even rent an apartment.”“That’s not necessary, he can stay here.”“So you’ll accept the help?”“Yes. Sarai needs all the love and support she can get.”All of that was four years ago. Sarai was in first grade now. And, Uncle Kristoffer still lived with them - well, very nearby in a tiny house he just bought a few weeks ago. It was placed beside the main house and would give both single men the space they craved. Kristoffer started doing hair part-time not long after he arrived. It was just. He wasn’t sure what a Maker druid was, did they make things happen or did they make things? The diary didn’t really explain. The spells as such didn’t help, as they too were an eclectic group covering many things. Some were for controlling or influencing others, and some were for making or fixing things.He didn’t know anything about who had owned the bling before him, as the book didn’t say. A cryptic note in the back of the book said, “Sorry, I couldn’t leave you a proper box, but these items.