..a hum and then movement. Softlyat first but then more insistent. Vibrations, pleasure, deep inside him,and they were coming from his bum. Not on his...bum but from inside! Heunconsciously clenched around the feeling and it rewarded him withgreater pleasure, stronger vibrations and it was moving too. Somehow itseemed to be getting longer! Growing and shrinking inside him, timed tothe drumbeat in his head. He could make out the words behind the beatnow..."Patrick is god, Patrick is holy, Patrick. .. that was awesome," she purred, "you are lucky Mr. Jones never knew." He watched us once...the last time before they moved," I told her."No way...he caught you?" Yeah...it's kind of funny though," I told her.*I was laying on the floor of the living room with Mrs. Jones riding my cock when he walked in. He stared at us and asked what the fuck is going on. "You don't want to fuck me anymore," Mrs. Jones said, "so I found someone who does." Derek!" he exclaimed, "he is just a fucking kid.". One of her birthday presents was to be allowed to buy a bikini for the first time. My mom was spending all her time working some charity event or something so asked me to take her to get it. Since I didn’t have much to do at the time and often liked to get candid shots of people at the mall for class assignments. I agreed to take her. She was thrilled to be getting an ‘adult’ bathing suit finally and spent an hour looking them all over and selecting several to try on. I had been wandering. It was right on the tip of my tongue but it kept eluding me. I got up to leave the restaurant after I paid the bill, adding a nice tip for the waitress. Looking at a glass display with all sorts of desserts, it suddenly came to mind what I still had to buy, chocolate chip cookies!Rushing to the supermarket, I hoped they still had some for sale. They often sold out on Fridays and Saturdays and it’d suck if I missed out on them because I spent so much time at the restaurant and toy store.My worst.