Jim was In his mid 60s, 6 foot tall, grey short cropped bolding hair and blue eyes and grey moustache, his face was chubby and rounded, with his beami...g smile and sparkling eyes I imagined he was quit a character. I stood pretty close to him he lifted his hand and stroked the side of my face and asked if I wanted to make and old man happy, love to Jim I replied, I reach down and felt his cock through his flimsy sweat pants, his cock felt solid so I slip my hand down the front and caressed his. ” I squeezed him back, tears in my own eyes this time as we held each other. I heard some a twig snapping, glancing over to see Yoichi standing there, a brief smile let him know everything was alright and he faded back into the woods just out of view. “Besides, aren’t you married to pasta or something?” I giggled and Hiro snorted, pulling away, rising to brush to dirt and leaves from himself before hoisting me up. “Hush, or else I’ll shove some smelly socks in your mouth! Well… You might like. You have the mark upon you. Satan chose you for me. He sensed the darkness in your soul. Lets face it, no 16 year old has a master. And he knows all about a few months ago. I knew exactly what he was talking about. A few months ago I had gone through a phase where I drew pentagrams all over myself. At this point we were just walking through the mall. So heres how this is going to work. Because I made that mark on you, you technically belong to me. But dont worry, Im not going to be the master. He pulled down the bedspread and tossed it in the closet. He sat on the bed and took off his shoes and socks. The CD player/alarm clock was on the end table. It was 3:15. He pulled a CD from his backpack and inserted the disc. Al Green’s voice began to fill the room. He lay back on a pillow, putting his hands behind his head and waited. The bawdy nature of his correspondence with his friend brought a smile to his face. The memory of the down right lusty phone conversations stirred him even.