I suppose I was grateful later in my life that the constant injections of venoms and plant poisons gave me a resistance immunity to almost all natural...forms of poison, but as a growing child, it was torture to be half paralyzed with curare, or rattlesnake venom, forbidden to play with other children, and made to study things like physics, chemistry, mathematics, music, languages, philosophy, poetry and religion.In a way I was lucky, my Mother gradually distanced herself from my regime, only. I can safely say that John also enjoyed her response. His twitching cock sandwiched against mine was telltale. When I could hardly stand the tension building inside my cock any longer, we switched things up. For a while, we collapsed into bed and enjoyed mutual oral pleasure. It was fantastic, with everyone taking turns and lending a helping hand or mouth. We just sort of flowed together then. Hands and mouths moved effortlessly without any boundaries. I honestly don't know how long it lasted.. He had no opportunity to change or interject in any particular situation as he stood by the side of the lane he grew up on and watched as his childhood dog was struck again by the garbage truck and left to die in his arms. He smelled the freshly cut grass, mixed with chlorinated water, as he swam with his high school buddy once more, and they commented as only teenage boys can on the comings and goings of swimsuit-clad females they knew. Then it was on to those sweaty moments in the backseat. His place was in a classy residential district and when he answered the door it surprised me how good he looked! He was still a hunky guy, even approaching 30 the scoundrel!His hair was still nice and his body was in really good shape. He flashed an expensive smile saying simply “Hi ya Jadey.”I smiled openly at his old name for me and went inside. We had drinks and I asked where his wife was. He laughed and said she was in Florida visiting her sister. He looked at me admiringly, “Remind me.