Chris was on his knees again behind his wife, licking the crack of her ass, then I felt his hand on my balls a little freaked I jumped a little. ... “Would you like me to stop Tim?” Chris asked “N no it is ok, just never done anything like this before” I replied just in time too because Brenda pushed her tit back into my mouth. With the feeling of Chris massaging my balls and his wife’s fanny muscles around my shaft I could hold back no. You have no shame, scaring that poor child."I reclined, holding my prong upright at its thick base. She mounted me, easing herself down on my stake after rubbing its head in her slot until she was juicy, her eyes closed and a hum in her throat. She screwed herself on, rode me, moving from a slow walk to a vigorous gallop, posting and rearing up and down and crying out in unbridled joy. When I finally came, spurting up into her, she keened and sobbed, falling on my chest with my jerking ram. I looked around till i found a mirror. I stared at a very youngreflation. I was wearing an over sized Jonas Brothers night shirt.I hadshort blond hair, a couple of pimples, braces, blue eyes and a cuteturned up nose. I couldn't have been more then 11 or 12.There was a large blood stain on the bed, covers and my night shirt. Ifigured I might be in trouble, when a man in his 30s opened the door andsaid "Hurry up Bobbie, or you will be late for school." "But," (who was this man I thought when the. This time you say nothing. Our eyes remain locked whilst you softly brush my cheek with the back of your hand, a devious smile comes over your lips. Seconds become minutes without me ever noticing it. You slowly lick your lips whilst your head slants ever so slightly. My mouth opens minimally as my mind starts to wander. "what is this creature", I think in the fragment of time when you place your hand under my chin."Look into my eyes John", you say. This time it does feel more like a command..