Of course, Peter’s leg healed and our annual trip with the boys got back to normal. But during that summer and for the next three years until Billy ...raduated and went off to college. I would go over to Patty’s to visit and more often than not one or more of the boys would be there and Patty and I would entertain them in her bedroom for the afternoon and sometimes into the evening.There was a onetime only incident that happened the summer after Carl graduated. We were at Patty’s and I can’t. This proved to be a mistake as he lost all control at my working his cock with my ass and he sank the rest of his cock into me without mercy, his balls slapping my ass. The sound I made came from deep inside my body, I don’t think my vocal chords created it. No it was a grunt of physical pleasure that the rest of my body had joined in creating to express the feeling of ecstasy his thick cock had brought to my body. A full foot of man inside me and it was wonderfully thick, wearing my bubbly. It was 10AM when I pulled into scooter world. One of the salesmen came out. "You ready to trade up?" he asked."No, I'm ready to sell this moped," I said. "You do buy them don't you?" Sure, let me have my service manager take a look at it," he said."That's fine, I have a little time." I walked around the parking lot while they rolled my bike into the shop.It took them about twenty minutes but the sales manager came back to me himself. "I like your little bike. What kind of money are you. We watched all night. Those plugs left after an hour, and no one else arrived. The hoods did make several trips during the day, but Marks stayed in the house. I was getting very tired of this 'stake-out' in the woods. Just past 6 PM the Airstream and the hoods were back. Everybody, and I do mean everybody, poured out of the joint. There were Marks, Laurel, and even that old broad that had socked me with the fry pan. Marks and the old broad looked happy, but Laurel just looked lit. She was very.