The discipline is bad but at least I was prepared for that.Father seems completely unaware of these problems for a young lad. He knows nothing of our...Uncle's (his brother) 'taste' for young men for example.My uncle John, lives in Manchester, manages a hotel. I was sent up there during the summer holidays when I was 16 to 'earn' some money. The first night I was there, he insists we take a shower together to save on water. His hands are all over me, pretending to wash me down. Next thing I. .. Oh God.... I’ll study harder... I will!” He kept fucking me but I was so sensitive after I came it felt crazy. “Eek!” I said. “Stop.” “No fucking way,” he said. He began to come. He used my body like a toy. He was fucking me so hard I thought I’d break. The pressure was so intense. “You asked for it,” he reminded me. And I had asked for it. He came and held me there for a moment. I was up in the air almost. “Thank you, Teach,” he said. “You’re welcome,” I said weakly. He collapsed on top. James was tucking his cock back in his pants. She walked from the back of the class to the front and in to the office behind the class. Ms Cocksedge and Mr Poll were marking school books. How could she remove her clothes?The bell rang and she watched from the door of the office as the students filed out one by one. She felt liquid run down the inside of her leg. Her pussy was wet and dilated. Her asshole had been poked by her son. WTF ?She felt a soft hand on her butt. Turning Mr Poll had left. Maybe someday we might meet while walking along the street.Very truly yours,David Springer"Now, Dell watched her son sitting in the rocker pulled close to the radio, listening to Miss Richards, waiting to see if his letter might be read on air today. She hoped the picture she had taken of the boy in the rocker came out nice. The rocker had been in the family for three generations now. David's grandma had used it when she was little; then his father and now the grandchild. It would go one for.