I've thought of the way your sweaty balls will taste and smell as I bathe them with my tongue. If you so desire, I will suck them and lick them with m... soft tongue. I've imagined closing my lips around your shiny cock-head and sucking you into my depths. I've imagined your strong hands on the back of my head guiding me down as only a Master can, guiding my lips down your shaft, choking me, not relenting until my nose is buried in your curly hair, savoring the musky maleness that only drives me. Although I still had all of my memories from my 39 years, there was no mistaking that I had the body of my 16 year old former self. There was no mistaking Phil and there was no mistaking my car. Nope. This was 1977, at least for the moment. I drove back to my parents house. Since my birth, my family had lived on the same property on the river. In 1977, the house was a rambling ranch style house that had been added onto as my parent's family had grown. I was the youngest of 4 kids and the only. She knew that she should leave... to think about what to do, but she couldn't draw herself away. Her eyes stared at her son's exposed penis. It was larger than his father's was or even Jason's, with a purple and very swollen head. Juice was running from the slit and dripping to his pubic hair. With his hands still trembling Chris brought the panties to his throbbing shaft. He opened the crotch and rubbed the wet material against the dripping slit, adding his clear juice to what was already. The sun was almost blinding as I stepped out from the dark, cramped back seat of the Mustang. After we had all unloaded from the car, we all huddled together like a football team at the start of a game. “Everyone meet back at the car at two, alright?” said Roy, giving optimistic glances around the group. “Then we’ll head back home and get ready for Todd’s barbeque”. Nobody replied. Julia put her arm around Roy and started walking up the street. Elena and Maria both waved back at me as they went.