On herdeath her brother, my uncle Ritchie, gave me shelter.From one angle that was good for a homeless boy like mebut from another it was bad. He was ... cocaine addictwho worked only occasionally. Mostly he pulled himselfup by stealing. I must admit that in some of hisillegal activities I was his accomplice. This went forsome more years until I was nineteen. As far as my sex education was concerned my unclesimply didn’t have any role in it directly. I had tolearn on my on so to speak. As. Just looking at Art's wife was making his balls ache and his stubby young cock stiffen and jerk inside his pants. Especially the way she was lying now, since Mark and Robert and he had taken off all but her undergarments while she slumbered on. He watched the moonlight slithering through the cracked open window, listened to the crickets chirping outside as he studied her magnificently rounded breasts just bursting out of the wisp of her white lace bra that set off their snowy whiteness, the. But I kept shoving in as much of it as I could, feeling his hard cock filling up my mouth. I kept bobbing up and down on it, awkwardly working my mouth and my tongue all over it. He said I had to make sure it was well lubricated all the way to the base, so I took it out of my mouth and sort of pressed my face up against his thigh and wrapped my tongue around the base of his dick. I couldn't really get a good angle, but I tried my best to get it as wet as I could, working my way up and down his. Such a wonderful taste...I could hear the sound of her piss, furiously hitting the water inside the toilet, and a drop of my pre-cum comes out of my urethra... The sound of her pissing stopped... but I am not hearing the sound of flushing water... Instead, I see her coming to bed, having her right hand under her pussy... With one quick move, she rides on me... and she sits, totally naked as she is, on my face...!..."Suck and drink , you horny fucker… , enjoy everything you find down.