Methodical in the way he controls me. My hips move with his and I find my legs wrapped around his back. He holds me suspended in air with his big arms... I’m putty in his grasp. My back presses against the wall as he pushes me into it and I wrap my arms around his neck. Resting my head on his shoulder. My senses begin to return. I feel a rush of emotions. My nails scratch his back and I yell ”Fuck me harder bitch!’ We bang against the wall with a thud. ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’ I feel orgasmic. Sticky cum. Hehad only a couple of vague memories of his father. Hewas killed by a policemen when Mikey was a small c***d.His mother believed the policemen had killed herhusband out of mistaken identity, brutality, or racism.Regardless of the reason, to cover up their crime thepolicemen had planted a gun and a large bag of cocaineon her husband. He was a strong man and a good husband,and with justice never having been served nearly tenyears later it still tore her up inside."Okay," Mikey replied, hiding. As I explained, I found that she was leaning over to watch the mobile screen. I got turned on real quick.She was wearing a gown. I could not figure out whether she was so close to me intentionally or just out of curiousness to learn about the mobile. Whatever be the reason, I was highly turned on. I decided to make my moves again. I took and elbow and softly brushed it against the edges of her boobs. She did not react and continued to lean.Meanwhile, I continued to explain the mobile. Jamey was as hard as a rock in his underwear and his cock leaped out when Robby pushed Jamey’s briefs down to his knees. Then Robby hummed as he placed his mouth on Jamey’s cock. ‘He does have a great cock. He’s long and thick but not too big. You were right Russell,’ Brad whispered. ‘Yes he does I can’t wait until he sticks it in Robby’s ass,’ Russell whispered in reply. ‘Okay Jamey now move away from Robby and get rid of your clothes. Then get behind him and fuck him. Remember that we want.