At school, my friend Ronnie used to try to put his hand down my trousers on the school bus. At the time I fought him off, but as I've aged I think ba...k and wonder why. As was usual for people in the sixties and seventies I grew into heterosexual relationships, got married and had children. None of which I regret; I love my family dearly but I have often wondered how it might have been different.As I got near to being fifty that curiosity grew; the sensations created by that skinny schoolboy. It took months to get them re-tuned..." Who did the tuning?" Oh, there is a man who does all the tuning for Capital...Jack Greenburg, he is a wizard, a genius..have you heard of him?" Yeah, he's my dad."Gerald lit up. The biggest, warmest smile."Come here, Sylvia, give me a hug...that is so great. He said he had two daughters who were artists..." Yeah, one is Rachel and one is me..." I would love to play the piano and have you sing, dear..." Well, I don't have my music with me. I thought. ..What can be more humiliating than having your wife, dressed in normalstreet clothing, taking pictures and filming you on her phone, as twohuge cocks slowly enter both of your quivering holes, filling your mouthand stretching your ass as they begin their slow, torturous movementthrough your body, which is now yours only in the physical sensation ofbeing forcefully penetrated deeper and deeper, pushing through theopening of your ass, pushing through the back of your throat, impalingyou as they. He wondered what he should say to his wife before they died. He was afraid of dying, but it was the drugs that kept him pain free and immobilized that made him somewhat lethargic.Paul heard Martha say, “I don’t believe it...”Before he could even ask her, he heard a new deep voice, “Not to worry, I’ll have you out of here in no time!”Paul could see a man wearing a much lighter combat suit without a helmet, he was tall and dark skinned and with him were two tremendous looking war machines. Roy’s.