Jeff Collins, a phone number and address in Newport, Rhode Island. Not more than an hour from where we lived.I reached into my back pocket and took ou...t my wallet. I took out a business card with the words ’don’t forget to call me’ handwritten on the back and handed it to mom. She read, Grace Thompson, Realtor, cell phone and fax number, Manchester, New Hampshire. A little more than an hour from where we lived.Mom held my hand in her lap and leaned her head on my shoulder until we touched down. My belly quivered and shook as it released the pillar of dick meat which filled it so well. I rose up until only the snotty tip of his cum-rod remained in my butthole, then I dropped my rump back down hard, impaling myself roughly and letting gravity take me onto it's rigid length. I yelped and cried out in a husky, throaty voice that sounded unlike my own."AwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwFuuuuck!! I want you to fuck your cum into me!! Make me pregnant with your cum Uncle Todd!", I threw my head back as I. ‘Um…you’re interviewing my friend,’ I said in one breath. Jack creased his forehead and frowned for a split second, before resuming his smile. ‘Kyle, right?’ Kyle nodded, apparently confused by my rather strange reaction. ‘So, you worked locally for six years? Then the parlor closed?’ ‘Uh, yeah,’ Kyle was still bemused by the weirdness. ‘Bad economy. Parlor went down the shitter.’ ‘Your portfolio was good,’ Jack said then looked at me and back at Kyle, ‘You done any of your own?’ ‘Yeah my thigh. His strokes were shorter and more intense. I moaned with every slapping sound our bodies made and tried to catch my breath as he pulled out of me. Mike was close and asked me to masturbate for him. He slowed down into a rhythmic pace. Then Mike surged deep into me, his body quivered as he put his seed into me. A moment later I too shot some cum out over my fingers and it splattered onto my face as Mike hovered over me. He left himself in until he softened. When he exited my body, I felt empty.