I just hoped my Dad hadn’t ruined the poor boy’s life. When I finally drifted to sleep, the dream wasn’t pretty...Tuesday evening, the thoughts ...ere still in my head. Thankfully my Dad was down at the pub for some random get-together with his fellow pug-faced bald hideously fat alcoholics. Dinner was ironically chicken chow-mien and I tried to wash away the nightmares with some TV. As with yesterday, Alex arrived bang on 6 as it was getting dark. I very nearly broke down in tears when I opened. What mankind did in the present would be referred to as "What we do", what happened in my first life would be "What we used to do." Simple enough. The transition from the old days to the present is actually when man realized he was dying and decided to do something about it. Of course, I wasn't around then but I've seen both sides of it. I just referred to that transition as the change.When it became known that we were on the brink of becoming extinct, Man turned vigilant. In the old days,. I was shocked when she said “Okay, but we better go inside before somebody sees us out here.” The wine had definitely enabled her voyeuristic side.We stepped into the living room and I sat on the couch while Cheryl sat on the easy-chair to my right. Haley came over and sat next to me, asking her mother what older man she'd had a crush on growing up. She said nobody in particular, but she was not very convincing. Haley caught on to that and begged her to tell us the truth. She finally broke. I then stuck a finger into his hole and he grunted with pleasure. I felt around abit and this made his grunting even more deep. I position myself behind him and guided my penis slowly into it. The feeling was amazing, no amount of weird wanking techniques could beat this. I began to speed up and eventually I found myself pounding away at my 12 year old friend. I could feel the pressure inside my balls and the base of my penis building up and knew what was coming-enjoy the pun!- I thought about.