At this point, he got vicious. I have to hand it to him, he knew how to do it—how to do me! Though it seemed like he was drilling me before, he was ...ctually being quite gentle. I mean it wasn't his fault the he had this 9.5 inch thick cock that had to get inside my ass! I guess he was doing it the gentle way. But now—now he wanted to fuck. And my ass was going to pay the price!Reggie had me on my back. He pressed my legs back so my knees were on my chest and put his hands on my thighs right. Since no one's up yet go ahead and sit on the table. He found a pair of scissors and said to lay down. He pulled my pajama pants off and spread my legs. Cutting the hair above my dick,he lift my little balls and dick and cut the hair. He said I think something wants some attention, I looked down and seen I was hard. Blushing I reached down and put my hands over my dick. Mr. Robinson said don't worry about it, know a great way to get it to go down, moving my hands I asked what it was. He sat. Carla called him up and made arrangements for her and Dave to stay in their house while they were gone. ‘Sort of house sit,’ she convinced her brother. So it was set. The clouds outside the window looked thick enough to walk across, step from one to another as stones in a creek. She closed her eyes and recalled the days some thirteen years ago when Dave would have hustled her back to the tiny little cubicle for a bathroom, undressed her from the hips down and made sweet love to her with his. People describe where they were when they learned Kennedy was shot, or when the Space Shuttle blew up, or whatever. There's this feeling of helplessness and the inevitability of history being made in front of your eyes. And it's almost always when something bad happens. This was like that, but reversed. It was the same weight of history playing out, and helplessness, but it was about something amazing and beautiful. In that moment, all those years, all those other relationships, just seemed to.