I had met this man here before and he had gotten me to do things for him that both embarrassed me and sort of exhilarated me. I wasn't anxious to do ...t again but in a way I was feeling a rush of anxiety I couldn't explain. He was sitting on the bench with his back against the table and stretched his arm in front of me (I was sitting facing forward) and began to rub his cock under his pants with his other hand. My breathing increased when I saw him fondling himself and I couldn't take my eyes. “Move it up and down mom, feel its heat. It is going to open your pussy wide. You will love my cock in you cunt mom. ”“Ohhhhh Manu don’t talk dirty…… I don’t like it………My God, don’t talk dirty, son…….”“Mom you are a bitch…………You were talking dirty when you were enjoying with your finger in your bed. Now you will like whatever I say and do to you. You love cock and you love fucking, don’t you?”Mom remained silent but still held my cock and played with it“Say it, Mom.” I groped at her exposed. There had to be at least three nineteen year old loads splashed up and overme, drenching me in cum that had gushed up from my own balls and whipped into asea of pearly bubbles by the curling hair of The Stranger's chest and stomach wherethe light from the map of the stars caught glistening droplets still clinging tothe riot of damp ringlets. His eyes finally traveled slowly up my stomach and chest to meet mine. Itwas instantly clear to both of us that neither had felt or been aware of my. Slowly, he let his head fall on Ron’s shoulders. To his surprise, Ron too rested his head very softly on Harry’s. “Are you high?” asked Harry. “Sure as hell I am!” Ron replied. “How high exactly?” “I don’t know”, Ron said uncertainly, “That was really strong stuff. It’s quite unlike firewhiskey. But I love the way it makes me feel light!” “We should try it again sometime. What do you say?” asked Harry..