I wait down in my dark garage for him to tap on it...I am always so nervous before a hook up...its been so long I was worried it would hurt my big tig...t ass or worse...I am sitting in my chair in the dark , thinking about how badly I need some cock , I start to play with my now hard cock stroking it to the point of cumming and then stopping...I do this several times and I hear a light tapping on my garage door , I have to try hard to not cum as I get very excited...I open the door , see him. ‘Jane, have you heard?’ said her friend Susan whose husband worked with John. ‘Heard what?’ ‘A plane flew into the World Trade Center. It’s on fire. Jane, it’s so bad. The boys had a meeting there this morning, you know. I called Steve’s cell but I can’t get through. Oh, Jane, what should we do?’ *** That was how she had found out that morning. The rest of the day had gone in a blur. She had watched on television as people poured like ants from the building. She had scanned each face for her. Only at this point did I look at the man driving the cart. The man was in a full-length coat with one hand holding the reins while the other hand was holding a whip. The man must be a lover of the Victorian times; he was even wearing a bowler hat! The man saw us looking and tipped his hat as he went past. Roy nodded his head in polite greeting while I respectfully looked at the ground in reply. I looked back up after they had past us. The man was driving a hard pace and I must have been staring. Ricky asked if we did this often and we said as often as we can. Peggy asked Scott how old he was now and he said he was still 18. I asked What about you Ricky. He grinned and said I’ll be 16 next week. I felt guilty but turned on. I then asked how big there cocks were. Ricky said I am 9 inches, and Scott said I am just a tad bigger, but I am thicker than Ricky. Peggy was looking so dreamy eyed, and I realized Ricky was fingering her as we talked and she was reaching another orgasm. She grabbed.