"Oh, my god! Is that... Are you getting hard?" My cock was hard. Very hard, in fact. Never had my cock had such a sense of urgency. Cindee was the hot...est girl I'd met up until then and my poor, frustrated, abused erection wanted her desperately and wasn't shy about showing it. Half of my cock, in all of it's veiny pink and purple goodness, stuck straight out of my boxers, poking rigidly into the open just beneath her chin.Cindee shoved me backwards and jumped to her feet. She stared in horror. We left an hour later for a light lunch. Over lunch, she went over her list with me. She wanted the interior completely repainted. We would re-carpet or put down new flooring all through the house. She said, "Were there any plans for the rest of the day?" I shook my head. "Good. I want to look at some furniture to get some idea of what you like in colors and styles."We left and looked at a lot of furniture and it wasn't cheap. There were some beautiful pieces. I had the feeling that my bank. When I did his dick got hard and stood out. He wasn't very tall but his dick was pretty big.After mom left I had trouble sleeping and would wake up crying. He would come get me and take me into his bed. He would kiss me 'to calm me down' and more often than not he would kiss me on my mouth. One night he kissed me and said that when he did that I should kiss him back, so, being a good little boy, I did, and his kisses started lasting longer and longer. He would hold me against him and I. When we headed for the beach Luke asked me if I knew which way to go. I pointed to the path with a drinks lorry reversed into it. We squeezed passed it and went passed the toilets and the little junk shop to in front of the cafe. I was totally naked all the way and not even the lorry driver looked at me – not that I saw.“Which way?” Luke asked.“Right is where the sad people go, and left is where the liberated people go, I guess that it depends on if you guys are going to get naked.” I said.We.