As I began to take the tee shirt off, a funny thing happened, one that I feel sure some of you readers will have experienced at least once yourselves!... wasn't moving, the floor was though, incredibly it was coming up to meet me and I remember thinking how unusual it was when the fucking thing hit me right in the face!"Tommy?--- Tommy?"God the smell was putrid!"Tommy"And the taste in my mouth was disgusting too, I opened my eyes and grimaced as the sun hit them, sending a blinding flash of pain. It was as big ifnot bigger than the cock fucking my ass, and had me chocking on everythrust of his hips. They were working in unison, both thrusting into me atthe same time, forcing my body to arch in the middle as they both forcedtheir black poles into me. I could feel the sexual tension building as theyfucked faster, both cocks seemed to swell as they started to unload theirhot male semen into my mouth and ass. There was a great raw from the guysgathered around as the cum started to dribble. When other people talked about fulfilling their communityservice requirements by helping homeless people or working in a blooddrive, Bob Richards's dream was to help take care of little ones. Oh,yes, he got a few stares. Even in the 21st Century this was still women'swork. And he was scrupulously conscious of any childhood molestationissues. He'd always kept on the weather side of that fine line betweengenuine love for children and something else he didn't like tocontemplate. I suppose in later. Ricky and I were running the show at 6 oclock, so we went to the back of theater and fired up the lighting board. We silently worked on programming lights until school ended for the day. When class ended we went to talk to the teacher about the show later that night. Hey guys FC, the teacher, said. Are you ready for the show tonight? he asked us. As ready as we will be, Ricky replied. He was right. We had programmed the lights, but hadnt gotten much practice in. If you guys wanna stay after.