Peter, I want that. I want to experience that level of intense pleasure. I asked if they will let me join their group and they’ve agreed."She saw th... expression on my face and paused.I was stunned. My wife had just told me that she was about to agree to take her sexual kicks with some other man. Not just one but with a 'group' of men! Neither could I understand how she knew that it was "amazing sex" unless she'd experienced it.I stood and walked to the French windows and stood looking out. When Bruce turned fourteen, a year before I did, he would go with them, too. I would plead with them to take me, but they said, "You can come with us when you're fourteen." They would always be so happy when they came back, even if they weren't in a good mood when they left. Bruce always had a shit-eating grin, and he wasn't as much of an asshole as he usually was, but he wouldn't tell me what went on at New Arcadia. Anyway, on my fourteenth birthday, I asked them if I could go with them the. Dinger comes running out as soon as he draws to a full halt, crash helmet in hand."Morning mate, I wasn't sure whether you'd come, you don't have to y'know. Mum'll take us to me bike after she gets up." No problem, besides I would like to see this machine in the daylight. What is it by the way? You didn't tell me last night and I couldn't see it properly in the dark."It's an old CBR 600, I bought it off a bloke I used to work with. It were cheap, 'cos it were knackered, I rebuilt it but then I. I sat on the man's lap, his hand continued to sensuously rub me and if Claus hadn't bounced into the kitchen looking proud as a peacock, I may well have ejaculated. I should have hated the teen for fucking my auntie who did nothing to deserve that humiliation, but the man sitting to my right, who again hung his head in shame seeing Claus, was solely responsible. Strangely, I didn't even blame the Nazi at the time, he was destroying my uncle without putting a bullet through his head and that was.