Please let me have it!" and as I continued to beg, he slowly removed his trousers before saying "The taste of my cock is what you've waited for all da...y, don't you agree?" And in a flash I realized, that's what I'd been craving all day. I was confused . . . I tried my best each time to disagree with this man, but just couldn't find it in me to do so. . . and even as the though hit me that I had to agree, I felt his cock slipping into my mouth.I felt his hands on the back of my head as I sucked. And all that ass now exposed, framed out only buy a tite jock, cupping all that junk. The funk would fill the room, just like a jail. I wanted so badd to just put my face in one of those ass cracks.I would quickly change out—getting into my jeans and tank. Throwing on a pair of kicks, with no socks. Skipping the shower, as discretely as I could—didn't want the other guys to notice, or catch on. Then jet home as quickly as I could. It was like a race going down the stairs to the basement,. The battery was about four by eight by six high and he said it would power the lights for somewhere between twenty and forty hours. We could then bring it back and recharge it or - he suddenly got and idea and disappeared for a couple of minutes. When he returned he handed me a small solar panel and said, "Put this on the roof and point it south. Since you're not there most of the time it'll probably keep the battery pretty well charged." Sometimes it's quite nice that my dad is an electrical. Riley,” the boy said as hedripped onto the foyer carpet. “Michael Steven Cassidy, what are you doing outin weather like this, you’ll catch your death inthis downpour.” She said as she ushered himinside. “I just wanted to drop off Becky’s report forschool,” he said as he produced a small binderwrapped in plastic from under his soaked jacket. “I promised her I’d proof read it and get it backto her by tonight.” “Proof read, is.