That last moment in that town when I had run out of choices and was bursting from hiding with no thought but to take someone with me and then standing...in shock as the cavalry arrived. The nights of kneeling by Mary's hospital bed, praying desperately for my daughter's life and then feeling her fingers touch my hair and her whispered "Mamma?".I reached down with my left hand and touched the other book where it snuggled in another side pocket. I thought of another old saying I had always loved.. I figured he would be quite old because no one young would dress that way. Anyway I left school around lunch time and caught a bus into town. My heart was pounding and my cock was rock hard at the thought of finally getting my first cock. I got there a couple of minutes early and had a quick look to see if anyone fitting the description was around. Then I stood outside the restroom door looking around for a man in brown pants. Plenty guys went in and out of the restroom, some of them giving. I looked at her face again and it was as if she wasnt doing anything. She just continued to the read her paper and drink her coffee while she stroked my penis through my pants with her foot. After a couple of minutes she stood up and started walking out of the kitchen leaving me with blueballs. Wait I had said before she turned the corner. She stood there and turned around "what is it" she asked and then glanced at the bulge in my pants. I cant wait until tonight mom its to far. "is that so". I thrust down, feeling her cunt spasm around me as John Henry stretched her membranes with his bulk."Sweet Jesus, I'm cummmmingggg," Mrs. Holmes shouted, and she was, for I observed all the signs.Scientific detachment is a learned art, and, as with all art, has both positive and negative aspects. As I humped away in Mrs. Holmes and felt the onslaught of multiple orgasms within her, the animal lust part of my mind was without thought and lost in the sheer pleasure I was experiencing as I drove.