I wrote him and he answered me instantly. He wrote in normal sentences with a correct grammar and told me that I was the only one that seemed able to ...rite in a normal way as well. He told me a little bit about himself. His name was Frank, he was 63, 175cm with a normal or slim body and that he was married, had two grown-up k**s and wanted everything to be discreet. He also was not active in the scene but had the fantasy of an affaire with a young man. That sounded great for me. We exchanged a. That wasn't helping me think this through. Is this cheating? After all he has fucked me many times in the past. It's not like I'm giving up a piece of ass to someone who hasn't been in my pussy before. OK I'll go out into the lot for maybe just a little dirty talk about the past.I went out, looked around the dimly lit parking lot to spot him. I saw him by the corner of the building. I walked over trying not to run, slow down, slow your steps down. I walked over to him. He didn't waste any. The two men filled me. I felt full again. Mike’s cock made me feel like he was splitting me open but I pushed back like the slut that I was. His cock was pushing against the thin membrane that separated my anal canal and my pussy. Each of his thrusts pressed against my sensitive spot. I was teetering on the edge of an orgasm as they both spit-roasted me. My breasts were hanging down, caught in the webbing of the hammock. Hands were groping them, teasing my nipples as the men hammered me at both. “No sir” Jessie replied;“Your sitting in a booth, in the county bar, kid, how’d you get ‘ere?” Michael asked,“My dad dropped me off” Jessie replied, head down in shame.“Where is he now?” Michael started, “Why isn’t he here?”“He left” Jessie said, starting to cry.“Left?”“He said he didn’t want me...”“I see” Michael said, feeling a pang of regret for the boy. “Do you have any money?”“No sir” the boy replied.“Where is your mother?”“Dead sir” Jessie replied, “She died when i was born, dad said it.