He’d go on to be a cult hero among disaffected college students and wanna be poets. I was hungry for experience in those days, and filled with the b...urning desire to learn the ways of love. My aged companion had brought a bag of bread crumbs for the pigeons that he distributed to the cooing horde with admonitions to share with each other, which the greedy birds ignored. As the morning progressed, he emptied out his bag and the nasty grey beggars lost interest in him, while I would read a poem. Taking my thumb and finger I grabbed it. And started stroking it, If it a tit on an utter, it would be milking. Sister kept kissing me and moaning herself. I knew I struck a wonderful cord. I knew she loved it. I started stroking her faster and almost pinching it hard as I stroked her.Sister broke her kiss, and shifted her body making it easier for me. I heard her tell me "Oh yes, Oh God yes, faster, faster, squeeze it harder, Oh shit, I'm coming sister, I'm coming" Hearing her along with the. Jenny screamed, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" over and over, her bodyshuddering, her breasts heaving and her hand working furiously asher orgasm washed over her, every bit as powerful -- if notmoreso -- than the one she had given me.She fell forward onto the carpet for a few seconds, panting andbreathing before picking herself back up and falling backwardsinto the chair. I came up and sat in her lap, holding her,hugging her as she had held and hugged me in the tub."My dirty little boy!" She said after a. A few seconds later he told me to not move, and walked quickly down the hall. He was back a minute later, this time naked, holding something in his hands that I couldn't make out. As he got closer I saw that they looked like leather handcuffs. His erect cock bounced as he walked, and he stared at my chest, practicaly drooling. I realized that the old t-shirt I was wearing was giving him quite a show, it being white, practically see-through it was so old and worn, and my nipples as hard as.