)Now when my mom would got to work at the P/T job,& leave me with my S/F (home on disability). Left me pray for him to fill his sexual gratification, ...hat she was not providing. When my mom would leave, my S/F take out his new magazine of Hustler. He would take me into the living room, & tell me to take my clothes off. Keep in mind that my S/F was famous for always walking around the house naked. ( always wonder what it would been like if I was a girl, see daddy walk around naked all the time. " He pointed his finger at Tom. "I haven't cum for a few days so I have a huge load built up; I'm going to shoot it all in your mouth, and you better not spill a drop. You have to eat my cum-wads and keep sucking my cock, nurse on it, milk out all the drops and swallow them too. Got it, slut?"Mike was not speaking loudly or harshly but there was such an air of authority about him that, even though Tom had some misgiving about swallowing his goo, he humbly acquiesced. "Yes sir," he said. .. other than the Aerodrome, that's it for paving. No roads, and we don't allow cars. With the watches we don't need 'em ... sorry, them. We do have a couple of tractors ... the boys mow with them ... and they hate it. 1200 acres ... minus the hangars and runway, the house and Inn. It's a lot of grass. No golf carts either.Oops ... got side tracked, mom said I would. You should see her journals! Sex! sex! and More sex! She made me read them so I'd know what was happening to my body. I still. I left about the same time every morning and even went to same spot on the train to make my walk a little easier. I began to recognize some of the other regular passengers and people in the neighborhood. It was fun for me to look at the people and glean small things about them. Businessmen with suits, young women in their prime showing off, the punks with various piercings and tattoos demonstrating their “unconventional” look, parents engaged with their families. The complete range of humanity.