It wasn't long before her next orgasm hit her. Once her orgasm faded away she looked down at me and said "John please do me back there, I want to feel...you inside of me doing my backdoor. Please John I'm ready for you." We keep a tube of KY next to the bed, so after using some on her and me in lifted her legs over my shoulders before starting I to push in her very tight backside. Her hand went between her legs rubbing her clit as I went deeper inside her tight back hole. I didn't hammer away. Which i felt kinda fun. After a point it was unbearable as i was waiting for F1, the only person who i conversed with on phone to pick me up. Let us keep their names as F1, F2 and F3 as it would be easy to refer and also due privacy issues. Young, middle-aged men were walking near me offering me money to fuck, making wiered actions, trying to touch my body parts which made me extremely uncomfortable. I was waiting and hoping for F1 to come and pick me up the street walkers were making me. It looked to Jake as if it had been thrown together from scrap. Jake turned it over and over in his hands. "How is this supposed to work then? Like magic?" The old man laughed. "Yes, exactly like magic. Do you want it?" "Yeah, I'll give it a go. How much?" "Five bucks." Jake gave a silent prayer of thanks. He had managed to scrape together twenty-eight dollars and he had been afraid the old man would want more. He pretended to think about it before handing over the cash. The important thing was. Maybe I am a silly old man, who knows. At 19 Maureen became pregnant with our first child, Michael Peter O’Finneran. That was one of the happiest days in my life. To be holding this small person who will be depending on us for everything, food, shelter, love, you name it. That thought is probably the most singularly sobering idea one person could ever be faced with. Michael was the first of out three children. Next came Patrick Connor and Laura Mary O’Finneran. I would be lying to you if I said.