This story is entirely fictional. Tom Cassavettes was sprawled in a canvas chair reading the book list of the university course he was about to attend... The afternoon sun was hot and the air was humid enough to be stirred with a spoon when his thoughts were disturbed by a shrill voice. He followed the sound and saw a disembodied head visible over a hedge way above then with eyes squinting in the strong light finally identified the speaker. It was the vicar’s wife who was clearly giving orders. He then walked to me, sat down on my bed, and unbuttoned his pants. "I have one last birthday present for you", he said as he threw his pants onto the floor. He then looked into my eyes and then down at his half hard cock. I knew what he wanted and he knew I wanted it to. I bent over, the dildo still in my ass and took the head of his dick into my mouth. I began to suck the whole thing when I felt his hand on the back of my head. When I got as much of his cock in as I could, he pushed a little. Nobody around here would have gotten any work done except for poor Tim. No, you did me a favor by taking them back. If I was still twenty years old though, I'm sure I'd think differently." Well that's too bad, Florence, I was thinking about letting you have them back again." Well, I suppose I could dress myself up in baggy clothes during the daytime, and bring them out to play at night. No reason for us to spoil all of Clarry's fun is there?" Too late now. You can't keep taking both sides of. I moved in for the kill, I had already undone his belt, next was the button on the top of his trousers quickly followed by his zip, one quick tug any his trousers were round his ankles, the girls were all getting excited now as Peter lay there motionless in just his white Mark and Spencer Y fronts.. He looked so helpless now, not the big man he was when his mates were around. Peter's attitude had changed completely now, I'm really sorry for what I did, just let me go now, I promise I will never.