He wet his fingers again and slipped a 3rd finger in, rubbing the tip of my gland. ‘Oh man that feels so good!’ ‘Slow down you will make me cum!...�� He slipped his fingers out and retracted my foreskin my gland wet from from spit and precum now running down my cock. John took it in his mouth sucking it clean. I looked down at him then told him lets 69 I want to suck your cock. John smiled and agreed. I slipped off the couch on to the floor. John laid on his side. Position myself the opposite way.. Wanting to play, the fawn nuzzled me and leapt at me. The mother came to me gently with mysterious eyes. She nursed me, and I drank my fill.I stood on a hill and looked down on a collection of buildings so brightly lit that, even from afar, my shadow was cast on the foliage beyond. The place had a large parking lot with many large trucks. Beyond the trucks were three buildings, one long with many doors, one with bays that contained trucks being repaired, and one low with glass windows. In the. . he'd talk about what things were gonna be like after they moved out ... Mom talked about it..."There was a lot that Ruthie wanted to say in response, but all she could do was continue to cry. Maybe Mike had not known that Mr. Sinclair would end up shooting himself, but she did know. She knew, because she identified with Mr. Sinclair and understood his mindset. Her failure was not in clearly seeing what was about to happen, but in not expressing herself so that Mike could understand that there. ’ Then she tossed the pile into the air and quickly scooted out of the way. She wasn’t wearing socks or shoes and, in their exuberance, her gang wasn’t likely to remember not to step on her feet. She watched the ensuing mêlée with glee. Not many things made her giggle like this as when she was watching her gang happily lost amidst a pile of toys. But then she remembered why she brought them down here, to indulge them with this free-for-all, and her smile turned to a frown. She went to the.