"God you must be ready to burst, you feel so big." As I had instructed he didn't say a word, just thrust in and out of me as quick as he could. I swea... I must have shrunk because he was filling me up more than he ever had before. "Oh shit," I whispered "I'm cumming already. This was supposed to be for you, not me. Oh God, yes, fuck me, yes." Then I climaxed. As it ran through me I felt his hot liquid shoot up deep inside of me as he held himself tight against my body for another minute. My. His whole living room was full of stufflike mannequins, old wooden furniture, colored glass and African lookingthings hanging on the walls. It kind of reminded me on the Spells-R-us-Shop or at least my image of it."Would you mind, if I asked you some personal questions?" he asked. We hadtalked over a lot of things lately, since he was the only person out ofwork that I talked with at all. We had a good spirit and I had told himabout my relationship-trouble already, so I thought he maybe wanted. " Tell me about yourself." I guess the first thing, is I prefer to be called Cas. I was orphaned in Queens, New York, before the age of one. I spent most of my life in the Texas foster care system. I bounced from house to house a lot. I was adopted by a family when I was ten. The father of the family, John, was the driving force behind that decision. He died six months after I was adopted. We lived in Dallas until this summer when Margret, my adoptive mother, got a new job. We have never been. It didn't take but a few seconds for it to get hard, he told me to take it in my mouth, so I got down on my knees and started to lick the head of it. As I opened my mouth he pushed forward and shoved about half of it in, it wasn't reallly big, but it was quite long. A few minutes later he told me to lay belly down on his sleeping bag, it smelled like stale sweat but it was soft, then I heard him getting undressed. He got down beside me and started playing with my ass, I heard him spit on his.