At the Museum I gave the card to the woman at the desk as instructed. A few minutes later I was in an office marked "Personnel" and my saviour had aba...doned me. I spent around an hour filling out forms: Museum, NSW and Federal. (No wonder my Dad compained about the taxes! They had to support the paper industry.) I then had my picture taken for an ID badge and was sent away for "lunch" until everything was done.I bought something, but it smelled, looked and tasted like at secondary school. Oh,. "Everyone looked at Junior. It was obvious from the tension in his hand and face that he was squeezing very hard."Junior!" yelled his father. "Let go," A message he reinforced with a slap across the back of Junior's head.Junior was letting go anyway. Being a very cool sort of guy, I immediately moved to son number three, stuck out my hand, and said, "Pleased to meet you, Wayne."He looked at my hand, then up and me, "How's your hand?" It's fine. Just between you and me, I don't think Junior's. All of them took another hit at the same time. The other two were ten thick inches and an amazing thirteen inches. Oh my god. Sometimes you can get a lot for thirty bucks. But I already knew these dicks. I always made sure I had enough cash on me in case I ran into them. He pumped his huge 12 inches in and out of my mouth, holding my head and pumping his beautiful dick between my lips again and again. He took two more hits off his pipe before getting even harder and that enormous dick throbbed.. I know you’ve wanted me for ages haven’t you?’ This was not the shy young man of the past and he quickly put his hesitation behind him. ‘Yes,’ he said smiling down at me, ‘I’ve wanted you from the moment I first saw you. Oh not like with Jo,’ he added, ‘I didn’t really ‘want’ her then. I just fell in love with her. With you, well, you are so lovely, so vital and, well, I knew what my father liked so I imagined all sorts of things. I’m sorry,’ he suddenly said thinking he had gone too far. ‘I.