His ebony cock looked beautiful as I slid his fore-skin backwards and forwards; exposing then hiding his purple cockhead. Just as I opened my mouth to...suck his sweaty, spunky cock I felt a guilty pang as a shaft of sunlight caught my white gold wedding and engagement rings; making the diamond twinkle on the third finger of my left hand. It was too late though…I had to taste his magnificent penis. His cock felt like steel covered in a velvet cloak and tasted salty and bitter as I took two. He looked tall enough to be a grown-up, but he had long curly hair. He wore cut off blue jean shorts, bleached into a tie-dyed pattern. He looked like a hippie, all right. Until that moment, I had only seen hippies on TV. ‘You boys belong to the pool club?’ he asked. ‘Yes, sir,’ I answered. ‘I’m Dave Albright. This is Jimmy Lerner.’ He put down the long handled brush and walked over to the notebook. He found our names and held out a pen. ‘Cool, man. I’m Cartwheel.’ I smiled and took the pen,. I asked him to go slowly so I could adjust to it, but he didn’t say a word. With one more thrust, he hit the mark, and I felt the soft, fleshy knob of his head slip into my now deflowered hole.The feeling is indescribable, but I’ll do the best I can. There was surprisingly no pain, and that’s something I still haven’t been able to figure out. It was still just as hot as when it was in my hand and mouth, but now it was spreading me open. When I was working his shaft, I was in control; now he. I mentioned this and we both started walking together. Emma was in no mood to give up on what I recognised as a pet gripe.'I mean, if they cared, then they might try to be home occasionally when I'm there.'I wondered if her parents were as bad as she made out, or did they just need to work long hours to meet the bills. The latter was by no means unusual in this area of traditionally low paid work. It turned out to be a bit of both. Her mother worked hard to keep the family fed; in fact had two.