Maybe you could explain what you meant on our drive to Hinckley. We’ll have about an hour and a half on the Interstate.’ ‘Oh, I hadn’t conside...ed that. I’ve seen my psychiatrist a couple of times, and she suggested that I do precisely as you ask, but I’m not really sure if I’m quite ready for that right now. Maybe instead of me telling you all about what happened to me, you could tell me how you came to have never had a date, and yet you claim that you are not a 30 year old virgin.’ She sort of. One of the things that I hadn't realized at all about Karen from just seeing her during normal school hours was how hot and horny she got from being around the male high school students and especially some of the athletes. I'd never apparently realized what a "bitch in heat" Karen was until I saw her in other settings and then it became apparent that Karen was far more than just the decent mother, wife and teacher that everyone seems to see her as. She was a very horny, lusty and ready to fuck. Little fairy lights surrounded every window, twinkling in the late-night darkness, and a soft glow came from the window closest to the door. He knew the old lamp was on a table there, waiting to welcome him home. The ground was covered with mounds of snow, and the trees had been coated in lace-like finery.Wanting to be inside where it was warm, he finally hauled himself out and onto his feet. He slowly trod around the rig, giving it a quick inspection. Satisfied, he snapped his fingers twice. "Open your mouth boy.." He said and grabbed the back of the boys head, forcing his too thick cock into his mouth. He groaned and gagged as Pat forced him to take half of it into his mouth for a few moments. He nodded and groaned happily as he pulled the small boy from his hard cock. "You roll over now.." He demanded and flipped the boy onto his back, his large body filling in behind him and grinding his spit soaked cock against the small pucker. Atchy gripped the couch hard and pleaded no's.