.peace...rocco Jesus he was tiny, hanging with other boys at the bus station in Manchester, my eye was on him, the way he managed to s...ay out of the older boys way, yet near enough to be among them, how he looked cold, but was to tough to show it, I saw his shivers as the wind cut his unprotected red face, his lips full and wet, his eyes dreamy blue, hair so blonde, flowing over his tiny shoulders, his tight little butt in his too tight jeans, mm mm, shopping would be good. Then he stopped pushing and I felt his heavy balls against me. He was, as they say, balls deep and I was really beginning to feel good. For the next hour he slowly but steadily stroked his big cock in and out of my hungry asshole. “Yyyesss! Yyyesss! Oh, baby, fuck me! I need it so badly,” I moaned over and over. His lips locked over mine just before he started pumping me full of his seed and I could think of nothing in the world that could compare to this glorious feeling. I clung to him and. He had arrived from work, hoping to find her still home and was rewarded with the chance of taking a nap with her. He knew that the unusual heat would lull him quickly to sleep. Lightly touching her side or leg would give him pleasant, soothing dreams. He sighed to himself in perfect happiness as he carefully opened the bedroom door and silently entered. Instead of the normal pile of blankets, she was covered only with the thin top sheet. The permeating heat even warming her perpetually. ." Don't look away from me, you whore! You look me in the eyes!" he yells and I snap my head up to look at him, still blushing. Suddenly, he inserts two (wet from my own juices) fingers inside of me. I gasp. "Mr Dawson..?" You know, Stephanie, I wouldn't have to write to your father if we could come to... An arrangement," An arrangement, Sir?" I ask as he slowly removes his belt."Roll over, Stephanie," Sir..?" Now, damn it!" he yells and i quickly roll over. Suddenly, his belt comes down on my.