The problem with living in the small 1940's cracker box house was that the low real estate prices brought in people looking for cheap rental property....Cheap rental property brought cheap rents, which brought a more dangerous neighborhood than the one that Kevin grew up in.Kevin walked down the driveway to the side door of the house. His mom was so trusting. She always left the side door unlocked. Kevin always took advantage of that fact when walking into the house, but still lectured her on. I pushed my nose right into her slit and started licking her girl juices.Miss Jones said, “He’s hard. Let him fuck you now.”I looked at Cindy and she smiled at me. She whispered, “I’m a virgin and Miss Jones helped me set this up. Be gentle, please.”I now knew where my cock belonged and I aimed it in that direction. I got it right up to her and gave it a little push. The head popped in and Cindy covered her mouth. I pushed a little harder and she cringed. The last push was the hardest and I. It helps muffle any sounds that you might want to make. Because I will need to remove those clothes pins on your nipples, and you’re going to feel that.”Kevin returned with the duct tape and wrapped it several times around my head over my ball gag. Then he fitted the leather hood over my face, pulling the straps at the back tight until it was snugly covering my head. When everything was in place, he removed one of the clothes pins. I let out a yell into the gag from the sudden pain. Almost no. Reach up. Oh that is nice. Turn your head. Give me a mean face. Happy face. Oh that is nice. I said. I spent the next thirty minutes shooting Mone on the diving board. I looked back toward the house. Here! Lets go back toward the house. Can we use that small wicker chair over there? The love seat near the side of the house. I said. Sure! said Mone. I helped her off the diving board. She was standing next to my left side. I peeked my eye back to see her ass. She turned just as I looked. She.