The stories MUST be read in order, or the reader will become hopelessly lost and confused.PrologueBobby was two, in 1951, when his father went off to ...ight in a “police action” that would eventually be called the Korean war. Bobby didn’t know that, of course. He was only two. He barely knew his name. Remembering “Mamma” was not a problem, because she was still there, on the farm, where they lived. “Dada” was a concept that grew mistier, and less firm, as months turned into years, and the face. She looked up and me again, lust flaring in her eyes and she sucked me back into her mouth again, her head bobbing as she did. With each motion, she took more of my cock into her mouth. Her hands were rhythmically pulling against my ass, and I got the message. I began to fuck her mouth, my hips pushing more of my cock into her with each thrust. The deeper I went, the more she sucked until I slipped into the back of her throat. She grabbed my ass and held me, and my cock swelled and exploded in. Julia pointed out that I should be coming to you to ask if you needed anything. She's right, so I'm going to be doing that from now on. Is there anything I can do for you, my darling Mark?"I was flummoxed and not sure how to respond. I mentally cast around for something to say, and remembered that just before she'd come in I'd been thinking about using a glass of milk for some TK experiments. To stick a TK-fingertip in to easily observe the shape of the hole it made in the milk, and to. Biting her lip to suppress a moan she shivered as the dark hands began to lightly brush against her begging clit. Chris sat there diverting his eyes as he used his hands to try and hide his now clearly visible erection. Reginald smiled at him."Man your woman is a slut isn't she. Why don't you jerk off to her, she's about to be useless to you anyway so you might enjoy one last good time." Reginald chided at him.Chris' eyes looked sad as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his six inch cock..