Their daughter Joan was eighteen and she was studying at a helluva expensive school that he could barely afford. While he didn’t want to return here... he was glad to get away from the confusion, fear, and doubt in Manila. He relished the familiarity of this place, these people who had lost hair, gained a paunch, bore scars and marks during the intervening years. These were his kin, his blood. He was among them and while they looked quite different from his memories, they also seemed unchanged.. He walked back to his car, went to a nearby seven-eleven, bought some water and started to fill himself up. Before leaving he bought a few beers, went to his car to think! He felt free, he did not have to hide his desires anymore and just as the first sign of his bladder filling up he just squirted in his own pants, not enough to soak everything, but enough to feel a wet spot.He drove back home, bladder filling up not too uncomfortable yet. Parked his car, and made sure to be quiet, not. This was around the 2nd week of July. I need to do this by the 23rd. I was so ready and getting myself worked up psychologically for the annual ritual. To be honest, just the thought of a piece of hard, cold steel blade entering my gut gets me to a point of insanityI stabbed myself twice last year, but it was so shallow. Would I be able to this year? As the day approached, I made a trip to the desert to scout out a proper and private location. Last year’s spot was compromised. I parked my car,. In moments I had his solid six-inch cock free. He may have acted like he barely noticed my antics but the steel like stature of his manhood betrayed him. I slowly started licking his bulbous head and slid it into my mouth. I gradually picked up the pace bobbing my head up. Giving him a sloppy blow job like this was really turning me up. I repositioned myself so my dress bared my ass and soaking pussy. As I am going to town in him, I felt his hands on my rear caressing my slit; first one.