" Wanting what?" You."Harry almost stopped breathing again. And scenes flashed across his mind. Alan as a very young boy, always wanting to climb in b...d with him and sleep naked together, Alan's hand "innocently" resting on his dad's crotch, while Harry tried not to get hard. Only sometimes he didn't succeed, and Harry just lay there with Alan's hand stroking his stiff meat, until with a stifled moan he finally spurted a fountain of steaming cum on himself and his "sleeping" boy. He had told. But Bill, her husband, was boring, especially in the bedroom.He wasn't lazy or anything, he'd just been using the same moves for twenty years. And Monica craved something new, not that she would ever be unfaithful. But she had to admit, if only to herself, that when she texted Alicia and found out that she was riding this mystery guy's dick, her pussy had completely drenched her thong.She'd seen the pictures that the guy had sent Alicia and she wished she could experience that massive cock.. ..Nothing. But the little white Ford was there, but no one in it. I went back twice more and no cowboy but the Ford car was there. So I just waited until the owner came back. (Me being nosey) I waited for ages and was going to go home when a woman came into view with a little white Scotty dog. She was about 60 – 65. Not very tall and quite plump. She was wearing one of those raincoats 1950's detectives used to wear. I thought 'shit' she was just taking her dog for a walk. Then I noticed her. Oh and one more thing, please no kick me @bullshit.pissoff, its not helpful for anyone. Im sure other readers and authors will understand. This entire story is a work of fiction, the places and people are made up by my crappy imagination. Please enjoy ——————– Rest in Pieces Incoming mortar fire, 11 oclock I yelled as insurgents poured onto the battlefield. Explosions erupted behind my squadron. The desert horizon shimmered in the heat if the Iraqi summer. We darted into opposite buildings in.