In fact, I didn’t become fully aware that I wasn’t just in a wet dream with a conjured up Max doing what Max had done before until the boy from my...living room lowered himself on my erection, facing my feet, palming my knees, and raised and lowered his channel on my throbbing shaft.I had found him on the street, inebriated, a street urchin. He was riding my cock and showed every indication of knowing exactly how to do that, how to take a hung cock even as a teenage boy. He was taking it without. ”“Forty years ago that would make you one of the Allen c***dren?” He seemed to questioned.“Yes it would my room was the one on the left down the well waxed pine wood floors. The hall heater would warm the hall and we had to keep the bedroom doors open in the Winter time to keep the bedrooms warm. I also remember where my sisters rooms closet meet mine I could sneak into theirs and listen in what they were doing and talking about with their friends. I told him of our life growing up and he. His hand reached the bare skin of my ass and I felt his warmness. I felt a little bit of precum trickle on the tip of my penis. Mike's hand continued down my ass to my asshole, grazing over that. His hand reached the bottom of my scrotum and he kept his hand there, lightly rubbing. John said that we arrived at our room. He opened a door and we walked in. John immediately went towards the bathroom, leaving me and Mike alone. He was still rubbing my balls as he leaned into me and kissed my. I could not even answer, just put my hand under my skirt and showed him my wet sticky fingers…“Well, my white married slut, today I am going to check your nice wet cunt again”.He ordered me to climb into the blue van and take all my clothes off.I did precisely what he asked me to do, and he pulled his pants to his knees, allowing his already throbbing hard cock to spring free. “You want this cock baby? Tell me you want it. How much do you want it?”. He asked.I really wanted that cock; wanted to.