It was soon 5.30 pm, and I had to go back home, but before I left, Sheila hugged me, and whispered, "Good luck on Monday, you're in for a treat."I jus... smiled, and when I got home I tried to put it out of my mind.On Sunday Mike announced that he was playing golf that afternoon. I didn't throw a wobbly, as I would normally, I just said, "Do what you want, I need to do some ironing." But it gave me time to consider Monday morning, and what decisions I might make.I was totally mixed up. So many. She stood up on her knees with her cock pointed right at my face. It was still hard and dripping precum. I took a hold of it with one hand and sat up until my tongue reached the head of her drooling dick. I licked it clean and gave it a big kiss before laying back down. With my other hand, I started pouring the lube down the length of her long shaft. When I felt it was enough, I clicked the lid closed and tossed it aside. With both hands, I spread the lube over every millimeter of her huge. I couldn’t help but make a mental note of just how much I wanted to lick it in the future. With a slow, but steady push, I was inside her. Her soft sounds told me to keep going, told me that she loved it also. My hands on her hips, my cock moving in and out of her asshole, all I could think was I’m fucking, I’m fucking! There was no greater goal to a young man than that and I was getting it, right there and then. My smile must of been a mile wide. Her tight hole opening for me, letting me pound. . I don't remember it. But it wasn't a lucky chicken, Frank." You fell out a window?"Oliver nodded. "Broke my head right open. Don't remember what happened after. I didn't wake up for a long time. But the doctors fixed me. Wanna feel it?"Frank nodded curiously as Oliver continued to rub at his head when he left the chair to sit next to Frank on the bed."You can feel it everywhere," Oliver said quietly as he tilted his head towards Frank."Does it hurt?" Frank asked."No," Oliver replied. "But.