..I thought it wouldn't stop.Then, his whole body began to spasm and, although I thought he couldn't get any deeper, his cock punched ever so much mor... deeply into me, and I thought I was going to pass out.We both fell against the wall--his body weight, being larger and taller than me, pinned me--almost (almost!) uncomfortably against the wall with him.After a minute I started to move just a bit."Don't move boy," he said. "I wanna go soft in your before I pull out."We must of been there another. I stare for a few seconds but he takes a look back, sees me watching so I hurry out. thoughts were racing through my mind. 'was he really wanking'... 'was he wanking over me?'.Around 25 minutes pass when I see him again, the very same man. Tall, handsome, in his 50s walking so confidently. He looks at me, I avoid eye contact and shoot off into a shop. At this point I'm very nervous, but also a little turned on.I speed up my shopping trip and head for something to eat, constantly on the look out. Horsey left to get a beer from the refrigerator and to dream about the revenge he would take on Bill Anderson and the two girls. The best idea he could come up with was for the girls to be gang-raped in all three holes while Anderson was forced to watch. Once that was done, he was going to burn Anderson's balls off. Horsey actually dozed off with that thought going through his head.Mary was afraid of what might happen when she got to school, but her fear was nothing like what Sally was feeling!. I'm better off if they never get any suspicions.They look so happy together. I envy them sometimes. They got over all that dating and getting your heart broken phase and they're happily married. I wonder if they're still having sex. I know they're young and people their age still have sex, but they're my parents! Parents don't have sex. It's just one of those things. After all, they might only be very good friends. Maybe they had sex once, when they had me. Or maybe I'm adopted and they never.