I had brought some condoms and a tube of KY….just in case. Maybe the boys would just want the boobs and pizza…. I was in the kitchen when there wa... a knock at the door….Betty and I had put on light tops with no bra, shorts and the cute little maids’ aprons. Hardly functional, but we liked them…we had laughed at putting them on…’what the hell good were these things, anyway!’. Betty went to the door, and looking not unlike a group out for trick or treat were the five boys. My son included! I. I knew it was wrong but it felt so right, and before I knew it I was lying back moaning in pleasure, telling him to cup my balls. He did as he was told and grabbed my balls with one hand, massaging and squeezing them whilst he jerked my cock with his other hand. It was amazing! It was the best handjob I'd ever had, far better than my girlfriend had ever given me.After about 5 minutes of this, he stopped, only to then take my cock in his mouth! This felt like too much (as I see myself as. What if he could find a way to connect two different stories, but have it be more than just a story about a story? A man experiencing Hell only to find out it’s a girl reading about it in a book. He is liking this concept more and more. He only wishes he could make it longer. What if he adds another story in it? Something in the middle to connect the two already existing parts. Jeremy continues thinking as the drive back home becomes a journey of composing a story. Ideas begin to stream from. I was reliving my sneaky voyourism when my bus arrived and as I took my seat I suddenly realised my seat, where I sat watching, had been in illumination from his light, he could see me watching him, even though he was in the dark to me.If what I was thinking was true, he was a dirty old bastard who wanked off to young girls, just what I wanted, and I knew more about him than he me.So you the reader will not be surprised when I say I popped a letter through his door on Saturday Afternoon,.