."Brad was frantic. "No! Please, Angela, I won't mention itagain, I promise! Just don't do that please!"Angela seemed to calm a bit. "Okay, Brad. But ...ust rememberthat. I could do it anytime..." She looked around andfocused to two boys in a store parking lot throwing afootball back and forth. They looked to be early highschool age. Angela's eyes narrowed. "For instance..."As one boy caught the ball, the one who had just thrown itput his hand to his forehead, then shook his head andlooked up as. I held his limp form against my chest tightly, rocking back and forth in the chair automatically, not sure who or what that rocking motion was supposed to comfort or ease…in any case, it didn’t work. But then, in that moment, nothing could. Barbara was holding our now crying daughters, trying to get emotionally ahold of herself enough to comfort and tend to them as I absorbed the full shock of this most unwelcome and unexpected, devastating news. I kissed his head as I cried and sobbed. He was. After only a couple of minutes, his legs stiffened and his back arched. I plunged my finger all the way into his ass. He bucked and cried out and exploded his cum into my mouth. I felt the first spurt of hot juice that splashed into my mouth as his cock pulsed. The watery content was followed by a second, more substantial gush that had substance. I tried to accumulate the fluid in my mouth as I mouth fucked him to completion. He humped and humped and then held his position as I milked all of it. One was a very tall Jolly Green Giant and the other was Sleeping Beauty. Yet no one could figure out who was Darth VaderAs the night wore on, the Jolly Green Giant worked me into a corner and told me he had a fantasy of sucking Darth Vader’s cock. I was shocked, because back in 1977, most gay and bisexuals were deeply in the closet. I refused to respond, feeling it was a ruse to get me to talk. But I was conflicted, because I had no idea who the Jolly Green Giant was, and I did not think he.