I was a secret tree hugger and there was no shortage of suitable friends.I soon found what I was looking for. It was a young Silver Birch with just th... right trunk. It was so strange but I felt guilty as I slowly caressed the soft material of my tracksuit against its hard smooth bark and enjoyed the most delightful feeling of arousal. I somehow managed to contain my feelings and reluctantly moved away.After several minutes of walking through the woods and touching many trees most tenderly, I. We walked over, and Pam got on her knees by the couch and said, “Let me.” Pam pushed my father’s hands away as she worked on his belt and zipper.Still unsure of what I should do to help, I just stood near Pam’s mom and watched. Pam’s mom seemed surprised to see me but smiled, winked, then handed me her empty drink glass as she stared at my hard cock. “My daughter is a lucky girl, Billy boy.”I did not know how to respond to that, so I simply said, “Thank you, Mrs. Sweet.”“You can call me Betty.”. When I see her go there, Iknow what to do. She has trained me how to perform this important ritual. Imust first get to my hands and knees. Then I must kiss the commode seat. ThenI must pull her panties down and kiss her pussy and ass. Once seated, she ordersme to get ready. That is my clue to lay down and put my head through the opening.She forces me to stay still and receive whatever she offers. There are a fewholes in the side for light to go through, so I can see exactly what happens.. The apartment was dark except for one light that we always left on at night; just as I suspected. My roommate was still out trying to get lucky and, judging from the time, wouldn’t be home for a while. I got the guy into my bedroom, left the door slightly ajar, turned on one small light and started to play. I wanted to slow things down as much as possible so that we’d get caught in the act or close to it; if he arrived when I was getting fucked and, was being my usual vocal self, it would be.