I also noticed several wooden hangers.Now, my mother loves wooden hangers. They were special and these were designed to hold a complete outfit. There ...as a place for a shirt, pants and jacket. You ever see these type hangers? They are called the traveler's friend. They were real big in the 40's and 50's. Of course, in the 60's most humans were using metal hangers. Not our family! Our family had at least 10 different styles of wooden hangers! No metal ones in this house!I also noticed that my. He was much bigger and heavier, yet it felt so good being under him. Supporting himself by the elbows, he sprawled over me, masculine and so manly, I purred with pleasure at the image. I felt the wetness between my legs as he pumped slowly, unsure how much more he could take before he shot his hot load and I would make sure he was not going to waste a drop. The need to feel him throb deep inside me increased with every thrust. I felt a tinge of apprehension. Martin was quite well endowed and. Im not as sweet and innocent as I look. I took some handcuff, shackles, and a blindfold out of your stash. As an afterthought, I grabbed a gag. I snuck into your room. You were lying on your back, naked! I never thought my Daddy slept naked! I crawled in, scared half out of my mind. I caught one of your hands and gently put the cuff around your wrist. I managed to slide the cuffs through the bars on your headboard and I got your other hand and placed the cuff around that wrist. Then, I snuck. They went into the boys changing room, Mike stretched out on a bench with his chin over the end and his legs on either side showing his hairy ass hole ready to be fucked by Steve. “Come on Steve take me, fuck my ass”, Steve came up behind Mike and spread the cheeks of his ass exposing his hairy hole.“Let me help” said Keith grabbing Steve’s hard dick and lining it up with Mike’s ass hole, “Now push hard all the way” Keith told Steve.With one thrust Steve buried his nine inches up to his balls.