"Jenny, do you think we could sit down and talk sometime? You know, about what happened to us."She looked at me for a few seconds before responding."I...guess its time we cleared the air as they say. I'd like to do it for the sake of the kids. I know they'd like some closure and so would I."Can we go out to dinner some time and talk?" I'd like that. Are you sure you can handle it? I know how mad you were back then." Time is a great healer and I guess its bothered me that in thinking about it, I. I was nervous and excited all at the same time. He began by pulling my foreskin back, he just held my cock in his hands for awhile. Even though he really didn't do anything at first it felt good. He slowly began to jerk me. Ive never had someone do this to me and it felt even better coming from him. After a while I asked him if he could suck me, thats when he said yes but only if I could do it to him at the same time. So I layed on the floor and he then put himself in the 69 position. His. Some were playing with clay, others were drawing with pencils, and Mrs. Wells had the older kids at the blackboard, working on addition and subtraction. Harold, or Harry as he was known then, was just walking toward the closet where there was a big box of wooden blocks, intending to build a bridge or a town or something. Just as he reached the door of the closet, he saw a girl - he thought her name might be Mary Lou - hanging from the edge of the big cardboard box that held the blocks, either. I have my needs too, that is I need a man some time especially that particular time. Damn it was difficult to put away those thoughts. I eased myself by masturbating and as a Muslim sought to prayers.Still they lingered in my mind. I have been fighting my urges. I have told myself to retrained from seducing that young Ragu (he’s only 25)ever again. It’s unbearable without sex for more than a month and even worse he would be leaving for the Philippines end of month citing some.