“What?”“What you just said was wise beyond your years,” Becky sighed as she pressed herself closer. “Maybe even wise beyond your gender. Mos... guys just don’t have a clue about intimacy.”“Is that part of your lesson plan that you didn’t tell me about before?” I wondered.“Of course,” she answered. “You need to learn the sex parts so you can take Katie’s virginity, but you also needed to learn about intimacy so you could make love with her and not just fuck her. There’s a difference, you know.”“I. It wasn’t apparent in her appearance. Surely, it was there, I reasoned. My own pain for her, my empathetic reaction to her nearness testified to its presence. Yet, perhaps my agony came from a different source. Surely not, old man, I argued internally. “What do you intend to do?” I asked, half afraid of the answer she would give. She picked up the bottle from the table. “I intend,” she said, with just the tiniest bit of a slur beginning to affect her speech, “to finish off this bottle of your. Now I was just a piece of meat with a cock in my throat and one in my cunt and unable to move, but at that stage I didn’t care, I just needed to come. With a mouth full of cock, all I could do was gurgle as Fred thrust what felt like a huge pole into my sensitive cunt and Bill exploded, gushing what seemed like a gallon of cum straight down my throat. I though I would suffocate because I could not pull my head back but I managed it, although some of leaked and ran down my chin.Bill then. As I approached he smiled. His rough facial features cracked in to a kind face and he said in a slight accent “you are a good Boy Scout. You clean up after others. That is a good thing.” I approached within three feet of him and looked him in the face. He could tell I was under his spell so when I answered “I will be your good Boy Scout” he lightly laughed and showed me more of his hard cock. He was standing on a piece of doubled over cardboard. The cardboard extended to a point about two feet.