”“What happened?”“When I was a little boy, my Dad had a friend named Joe. ‘Mister Joe,’ we kids called him. And Mister Joe would come over...to our house for Christmas and Thanksgiving, always by himself. He was nice but always seemed lonely. Never knew much about him. Then one Saturday when I was eight or nine years old, this was in the mid-1960s, my father took me to Mister Joe’s apartment. I think my father had loaned him money or something because Mister Joe handed him an envelope when we got. I thought as I sat unobtrusively on the stool of a bar, wishing I had more single friends to get together with. Sure, it was great that all my close friends had a significant other to share their time with, but in all honesty, and especially on nights like this, it was frustrating beyond belief. I took another sip of my drink and mulled the flavours over in my mouth, running my tongue along the outside of my lip, wetting it ever so slightly. I sometimes imagined if men looking in my direction. Lee was the newest member of my harem, rubbing soap on her small breasts—though compared to Alicia's budding mounds, Lee's were ripe and inviting. She ducked her short, black hair beneath the spray, washing out some of the piss soaked into her strands. She was a brat, acting like a girl half her age—seven instead of eighteen. And that all ended today. She understood now that our dad was dead, I was the man of the house.And I wouldn't put up with her behavior any longer. She turned as she. I awoke to Kelly sucking my cock deep down her throat! After she swallowed that load she climbed on top of me and we leisurely fucked for three hours before taking a shower and heading over to pick up her stuff.The club owner almost shit himself when Kelly told him that Thursday would be her last night. He did make an announcement in the club that night about it and on Thursday night there was a standing room only crowd there! Kelly got there at 6:00 (2 hours early) and went right at it as the.