He also assuaged his guilt by sending Linda a text that he was seeking treatment with the nurse, Rhonda. He went into the bathroom to have a quick cle...n up and while still there Rhonda came up behind him and snaked her arms around to embrace him from behind. She whispered to him over his shoulder. ‘Hi big boy, do you come here often?’ giving a laugh as he grinned back, ‘I like your style, today of all days the Matron is on the warpath because of some silly thing or another. I think the wipes. There is a scruffy little boy behind the counter, maybe just woken up from a short nap? I make my selection and turn towards him: »Shouldn't a little lad like you be in bed by this time of the night?« His expression changes immediately into an offended frown, and he replies with the soft but upset voice of a girl: »Sombody has to watch the shop when my brother fucks the old slut in dad's station wagon in the back!« I look her up and down, but there is no real indication of gender: narrow hips. His eagerness took me by surprise. In all the time I spent mentally training for coming here, it never occurred to me that I would be sucked before I sucked.I grew harder as Jeff’s head bobbed back and forth over my cock. He placed his hands on the back of my thighs and swallowed my cock to the base. The feeling was incredible and soon I couldn’t help myself. I put my hands on his head and started combing his short hair with my fingers. When he swallowed my whole cock to the base again, I. I think that is all anyone can do.”“That’s what the stories say. It seems like being a parent is really hard from what I’ve read.”“I think my parents did a good job.”“Yes. My Dad was a difficult man and many people were afraid of him. They still are afraid of him. I guess the important thing is, that he treated me well.”“Your father was a bitter man. Now he’s not.”“Oh, hey! Look at that.”“What?” Peter asked unwilling to look away from the road.“There’s a roadside stand with fresh.