After lunch I put on a ripped pair of jeans and a old t-shirt and go over to to John's, as I get to his door Iremember him watching me the other day, ...o I think that I can't go over and as I start to turn around he comes out of his door and call's me over, as I walk over to him all I can think is "ohshit" over and over again. I get to him and he tell's me not to worry he isn't going to tellanyone what he saw the other morning, and invites me in. Breathing a sigh off relief I nod and follow. Like the spirits of past whose presence Iexperienced sometimes.In opposite to people on the street who quickly tried to releasethemselves from gust of cold wind, I was walking slowly and breathingdeeply. Because of sudden feeling I stopped next to inscription aboutcivil victims of Uprising in 1944. They are quite common in Warsaw. Thehundreds of inscriptions. "This place is sanctified by the blood of Polesfighting for the freedom of their homeland." The date and number ofvictims - no names.. It was real nice to get on top of her and give her the full weight of my body just like I was a guy humping her on a first date. All things considered, Trish was the most submissive bitch I had ever met.We went up to the beach the weekend after that incident and I purposely brought my brother Danny along so he could carry the picnic baskets and the beach umbrella. He was a bit dense when it came to figuring things out but he had the most beautiful cock for a shy-type eighteen year old you ever. My pussy grabbed his cock to make sure he stayed right where he was and did not move and it must have done something to him as well because i felt his cock grow and his body became rigid so i knew he was about to cum as well and the cold steel and concrete was making me feel things that i could not have explained then and still cant now it was a evil mean crude cold feeling deep in my soul. And i screamed as the last bit of cum shot out of my pussy and slammed his balls and just then the rest.