It fit, ok it was a little big, and they didn't match, but it was definitely better than having two left shoes.I wandered the East side looking for a ...etter place to bunk. I knew there were the Municipal Lodging House and the Salvation Army shelter, as well as others. My mismatched shoes took me down Doyer Street. It was about 4 PM and the line for the shelter that had been set up in the old Chinese theatre had started to form. I got in line, talking to the others in line I found that the. Oh hell! Was the first thought that ran through Daray's mind when he awoke to find himself tied, hands and feet to a wooden frame in the shape of a very large X. He glanced down, his frown deepening to find himself completely naked and he was hungry. Very, very hungry which told him that Anise had drank from him before he had regained consciousness.Looking around, he realized that he was also no longer in the private chambers of the club and that absolutely nothing looked familiar. A sense of. I ended up on top of him, still impelled on his wonderful erection. I liked being in control, and I took over our movements easily. Greg placed his hands on my narrow hips to guide me, and then moved them up to my erect nipples (on my almost non-existent breasts). I liked him to play with my nipples. Unexpectantly, I shuddered with my first mini-orgasm. This was going to be a great fuck! I tired and suggested that we roll over again. We did so without his cock leaving my pussy. He was over top. Each of us knelt down in turn and examined each fold and crease intently. We performed almost medical analysis of each other cocks, sacks, and ass holes. When we stood up again I took his cock in my hand and began to fondle it. Peter smiled from ear to ear and did the same to me. We found that we loved pulling, stroking, poking and caressing each others cocks.For a week we’d rush over to Peter’s house after school and strip in his room and “mess around” with each other. I guess that we would.