Only with hindsight as an adult did I realize it was the best keptopen secret in the world! The taboo subject never to be talked about inmy presence, ...ut no doubt a topic of conversation discussed in myabsence. Looking back as an adult minus my childhood naivety I nowcomprehend all the innuendos and subtle mickey taking I received from mypeers and adults alike, not to mention the unexplainable hostility fromcertain quarters.Within that new found hindsight which comes with maturity of adulthood. Then the pussy on my cock started moving more quickly as I assumed the lady was close to her orgasm. In the building excitement, Heather seemed to forget about my air supply as she fucked my face to her orgasm.Heather’s orgasm hit at almost the same instant as the lady riding my cock. Heather pulled off to the side, and I gasped for air, sucking in the copious amount juice Heather deposited in my mouth, into my lungs, which caused me a coughing fit.As I finally stopped coughing and felt lips. Who needs to run the world when you’re running the person who controls everything? I know that most men don’t want to hear this train of thought and that it’s considered to be devious, but I don’t care. I was taught at a very early age by my mother, to get all that you can from a man. I learned this by seeing her get trampled on over and over again by men that never had good intentions. Like a sucker, she fell for it every time. I’m much farther along than her and I’m a hell of a lot happier.. "Women said you were his son. He's dead," I said, "your father. Broke his neck, fell on the back steps."The man leveled his shotgun at me."You kill him?" he asked with unblinking eyes.I shook my head. "He missed a step, cracked his head and died. Did he drink?" None a'your business," the son said, the gun unwavering."Just thought I'd tell you," I said, sticking my toe in the stirrup."Wait," he said, "I'll ride back with you." I waited and we rode back, him behind me, shotgun in his lap, without.