They had left his adoption mother and real father alone to get to know each other better. He had picked out a two week package of sun, golf, tennis an... desert sun and they were already part way through the second week.Each morning had started for Gavin with a four mile run and he had followed the same route every time. One particular point on the route required him to either cross a busy highway or opt to run alongside the railroad track and go under the road. Gavin opted to follow the tracks. “Yes.”“Say it.”“I want to suck your dick,” Jane said. She matched her actions to her words and slid off the couch to kneel in front of him. Together they unbuckled his belt and tugged off his clothes. He grasped her hair, which was in a ponytail, and pulled her head to his dick, which was mostly erect. She grasped his shaft with one hand and gave the head of his cock a few long licks before taking it in her mouth and sucking, bobbing up and down.Ben moaned. This was his fantasy come true. His. I smiled at Michelle again. She reflected it with a wide one of her own. Our smiles reduced the world to the two of us, at least for me.I didn't have my own words, but hours of Alejandro had put his inside me.Alejandro Sanz was Spanish singer-songwriter, who had captivated me with 'Amiga Mía'. The subject matter was the most original I'd ever heard. I bought every one of his albums, and learned every song by soul.He gave voice to what I wanted. He gave voice to what I wanted to say to the. That man who Angel slept with, a tall muscular Black man named Cannon,comes to the house several nights a week. Either he takes her out orthey stay in, but either way their evenings end with the two of them inher bedroom, having sex that goes on and on. I called it 'her' bedroombecause they often sleep there and I have to curl up on the floor of awalk-in closet nearby, close enough to hear them if they wake up and havemore sex. On the nights when Cannon isn't there, I am allowed to.