I played with his as he played with mine. now we were both moaning.He was getting a little impatient. He wanted what is in my pants, and now he was un...oing them so he could pull them down. After he got my pants off, he seemed to get a bit more excited. He couldn't wait for my now throbbing cock that was hidden beneath my boxers. So, he did what any boy craving daddy cock would do: he grabbed both sides of the fly, and ripped them open!As he started to stroke it, he could feel the pre-cum. .. couldn't think straight. All I could think of was the humiliation and disappointment. You know, I buried it all until I met you? When I thumped you, I was trying to hurt him. Philippa went to see him. She came back ... and said she liked him, that I ought to go and talk to him, hear what he had to say, that I needed to do that." She fumbled in her pockets; I handed her a handkerchief and she blew her nose noisily. "It took several days before I would even leave my bedroom. Philippa, bless. One onlooker later described the scene as if I was running along carrying a ‘ginormous’ Olympic torch.Out on the landing I quickly grabbed a soda-acid fire extinguisher from the selection of fire-fighting equipment available. I banged hard on the operating knob but nothing happened. Fortunately Steve, who occupied the bed space next to mine and had alerted me to the conflagration, was on hand to point out I had not removed the safety clip. All I can say in mitigation is that I was still half. When things had becomevicious and Amy had slapped her. She regretted it of course. Sheregretted much, truth be told.Keira's reply interrupted the recollection. It may not specificallyhave been the answer to Amy's bewildered questions but Keira profferedit nonetheless."Well I don't think anyone knows anyone else's number by heart anymorebut for some reason your mobile number is etched onto my brain. Iimagine you have a better understanding of that than I do," Keira saidglibly.Amy did know.