I felt like he had worked some kind of Haitian voodoo on me, possibly involving the sacrifice of live chickens but most assuredly considerable chantin...g and naked dancing. It seemed that no matter what I was doing at any given moment, no matter where I was, he was on my mind.I've heard it said that men think about sex every four minutes.I had that beat by a mile. Every time he popped into my mind, the first thing I thought ofwas how wonderful, kind and sweet he is. The second thing I though of. .. that young ... sweet ... pussy... Ejaculate fired out of his penis and splattered onto the grass. He didn't moan, didn't flinch, stopped moving completely. The only sound was his measured breathing, and Hitch was certain that didn't go beyond his own ears.He flushed with pleasure and almost lost his control enough to groan, but even as the last drops of semen dripped out of his cock, Hitch did nothing to give away his presence and soon tucked his deflating dick back into his jeans.He didn't. She wasn't expecting me to and she put her mouth over me and as my come pulsated out of my cock. I felt her tongue on the bottom of my shaft coaxing all of my seed out of me and down her throat. She was swallowing it as she slowly sucked me into her mouth. I remember it being mindblowing at the time. This strange exotic sexy older woman who was watching me sniff her panties and jerking off a few minutes ago now had my cock in her mouth and was swallowing my hot come as it shot out of me.When I. Moments later her orgasm swept through her.“Oh my god! Tommy! Where'd you learn to do that?”“Sometimes when you think that I'm asleep I watch you with Bill or Greg or mum or Ellie with Bill or Greg. They seem to make you so happy, and I want to make you happy too.”“Well thank you, Tommy. You made me feel wonderful. I don't know how to thank you.”“Maybe you could put my willie in your mouth, like you do for Bill and Greg?”“Oh goodness. I don't think that you are old enough for that to work for.