But if anyone could understand, it was Mack. He decided not to leave the boy on his own to assume his new stepfather must think he was some kind of fr...ak. Instead, he went into the boy’s room and slowly lowered himself onto Braden’s bed.“Are you gonna tell Mom about this?” Braden asked without looking up.“Of course not,” Mack replied, surprised the boy would think he’d do such a thing. “Why would you even think that?”“Cuz you think I’m fucked up now?”“But I don’t think that. Not at. Wolf repositioned himself or me as he pulled me further onto his cock, then re-gripped around my waist, and resumed plowing his cock into my welcoming pussy.By the time I felt his knot forming and bumping me on the outside, I was eager to take him fully inside me. I was also eager to take Preta outside, too. It felt new and rewarding. Another of my life-cycles coming into full bloom, but still wondering what all this would truly mean for me.I was whimpering as the knot stretched my hole,. Susan's flight to Paris after everything happened featured meals and a movie. So that's what we expected."Instead we were stuffed into this little tiny metal cylinder with 150 other poor dumb bastards for a flight that featured layovers in Phoenix, Minneapolis and Pittsburgh before we got to Charlotte. We got lost in the Pittsburgh Airport and almost missed our last connection. Then we got to Charlotte and Melanie's luggage was somewhere else entirely. It was something like six months before it. Michael's father was Leonardo Belloni, shortened to Len among his friends. When younger some had made the mistake of teasing him, calling him 'baloney', a mistake generally made only once. Several boys had gone home with black eyes, split lips from their encounter with Len's fists. They had all been ashamed to tell their fathers that they'd had their asses whipped by the slender Italian kid. No repercussions came except a growing knowledge that messing with Belloni was a mistake and a bad one..