’ ‘Is he sad, Grandpa?’ ‘Yes, child, he is. I can see it in his flight and sometimes when he rests on the bluff or in the barren trees’. ‘...oes he cry? Do falcons cry?’ ‘No,no dear, not most but this falcon is different. He does cry as he searches for a love he has not found. He cries as the wind spirits pull him this way and push him that way and then lift him to the sky’. ‘How do you know he cries, Pa?’ ‘I feel him cry, little one. I have never seen Falcon’s tears but I have seen the sparkle. And I here with only dirty DVDs to lighten up the evening. I think we should both be thankful to Miss Wynn and her sexy body’s ability to turn young boys to self-abuse”. “Self-abuse” Patricia giggled “What a charmingly quaint expression. Somehow it doesn’t fit well with the image of a younger version of you drooling over pictures of a naked Miss Wynn fantasising about shagging someone like her with your hand wrapped around your big cock”. “And who says fantasies don’t come true” I whispered. The time seemed to pass slowly. Green Space went on a few acts later and performed their usual groovy rock. It was as good as always, and I started wondering if there was going to be room for three bands at the talent show. Half the acts... ?Colin and Shannon joined us side stage after Green Space finished.“Nice job, man,” I offered.“Thanks! But I’m ready to play our stuff now.”“Me too,” I agreed.“Feeling good, Matty?” Shannon asked.I shrugged. “We’ll find out!”A slight bit of hope flared. Her ass looked fantastic as she was sliding her head up and down his fat cock.I made up my mind right then. I stood up to undo my jeans when she stopped and looked up at me with at mischievous smile, “oh, it's a good idea now , is it?”I gave her a wide nervous grin and shrugged my shoulders, “well if I'm here...”She stood straight up and looked at Rob before she announced, “we'd better go upstairs then” and flounced out of the room and up the stairs. I looked at Rob for some reassurance that he.