He said his uncles told him I was great. He must have been there. I could only imagine that John and Walt must have been the uncles he was talking abo...t. He looked to be around my age, maybe a little older. His cock was pretty long and so thick it didn't fit all the way into the hole. He filled my mouth and kept trying to fuck my mouth through the hole. I sucked and spit on this thick dick while I could hear him huffing and puffing the whole time. He finally shot his load after about 30. I squeezed his dick through his pants and told him "Too bad this is not for you," he left the room with a puzzled look on his face.A few minutes later the doorbell rang, it was Eric. My husband was surprised when he came in. "Eric this is my husband Bill. Bill this is Eric. If you are a very good boy and do everything I say, when we get home you are going to watch me jerk him off." My husband was stunned. I could see his cock start to throb through his pants.I did not imagine that Eric would be. It still looked quite nice though. Danny could see a row of similar pens in the window. Maybe, just maybe the old man would give him enough for the pen to pay for the cinema tickets. Danny breathed in deeply and entered the shop.The old man appeared through a door at the rear of the shop and looked at Danny with a penetrating gaze.‘Do you buy stuff, mister?’‘Sometimes I do, sonny. What have you got to sell?’Danny proffered the pen and the old man examined it carefully.‘Mmm. It is quite a good. I was glad.I didn't think much more about my conversation with Mary Ann until bedtime that night. By then, not only was I past feeling guilty, but the truth is that I was turned on. At that point it wasn't because it excited me so much thinking about two teenage boys listening to me diddle. (That would come a little later.)Just getting the chance to talk openly about sex, even if wasn't all that openly, just thrilled me to my toes. I love talking about sex in all its forms. So, not only have I.