They talked and he waved someone over and they talked some more. The kid on the backseat were stressed.“Why did mommy leave us here? What’s she do...ng? Is she coming back?”I tried to calm them down.“Your mommy wanted to talk to the nice policeman. She will be right back. My name is Pete; what’s yours?”“I am Bobby and my sister is Peggy and we are twins and we are going to start school.”The little girl was sucking her thumb and looking like she was going to break out in tears at any second. I. His cock was perfectly straight, standing up at a forty five degree angle from his body. Sticky precum made stringy shapes between his cock and his shorts. I pearled, when i saw it. "Come here. Lean over the bed." He did, and I tugged at his perfect five inch cock. Sexy veins made it thick and plump. "I, I've never been with, with anyone." He said quietly. "Not even a woman?" I asked confused. I shook his head. "And I don't orgasm on my own, I just go limp after about an hour." That. He's a big guy, buff and dirty blond, a little younger than me. His size alone seems to attract women. He's also a charmer, the way garrulous Irish dudes often are.Bill is, well, nondescript isn't being unkind. He's the oldest of the bunch, mid-forties and inexorably losing his shape, his hair and his color. Great guy, mind like a trap and a non-stop wit.On my other side is Randy. Randy's not in any danger of losing his color, which he'd be the first to acknowledge with a grin. He's our. ” flowed out smooth as silk from the recesses of my mind. I pumped for what seemed ages, then, “I moan lusty cries, and watch your dick rise, just aching to be jerked and flailed.” completed the verse. I ran it over and over, but my concentration was done. In desperation, I slowed my pedaling to a crawl and recited my poem out loud. Doug looked up in wonderment as I lifted myself up off The Devil’s Dick and climbed down from the bike. I couldn’t hope to concentrate with him looking ripe.