And I could sense something is squeezing out of my veins and some fluid oozing out of my blood and I had to force my hand against Bouncer’s head so ...hat he wouldn’t cease from what he was doing.“Bouncer ahhhhhhh! Oh, please oiiiiiiiieeeee please Bouncer” was all I could scream. I never knew what happened to me and I was again wondering if there are still some more to come. And I was longing for it. I feel another one was coming again and this one was more intense than the first. Then Bouncer. I pulled the van around front and was waiting for them. When they came out they had one of the strippers with them, and said he was going to party with them. They all loaded into the van.Once in the van they had him naked in no time and were taking turns sucking and jerking his cock. I watched the whole time in the rear view mirror. My wife was first to get his cock in her mouth,once they all went, my wife went back for more, when he was close to cumming she called over Liz and he shot 3 huge. My long hair was either braided or worn loosely over my shoulders and down my back. It was (and of course, still is) long and dark, not really black, not really brown. My parents were hard-working and not very much interested in what I was doing. I didn’t have anything like a time to come home or be in bed, do my homework or whatever else. I took care of myself and dealt with things the way I wanted. At 14 (a birthday which had been forgotten), I was nevertheless rather shy and not sure of. It was understood, the secret that can be bought between men. In the past it went unnoticed by most, but things are a bit different now. A moment cannot be held at leisure. It cannot be savored that way. The ring on his finger said leave it, but the glint in his eye begged and beckoned.People all around grabbed their belongings and scattered in all. Brip, brap, sputter. Wheels on tile. Click, clack, click, dress shoes and stiletto hills cut through the din with a rhythm ignored. I followed at a.