I sure wished I could see her. Fly boy? She called me fly boy. Hmmm. ‘You don’t move. You are hurt bad. I’ll try to fix you. We already sent a m...essage to your company. Don’t worry, we won’t hurt you any more.’ Apparently, I was nude. I had a cloth laid over me. She picked the cloth up. ‘I wash you now,’ she remarked. I felt her little hands washing my body. I passed out just before she got to the good part. Damn! I had no luck at all. When I came to, I could remember my name. I was Bob Johnson,. I tightened my ass around him and he gasped. I pulled away until i felt my sphincter grasping his head and then pulled his ass back to me, a little more each time until i had the full length of his cock inside of me. His bare balls laying against my ass were warm and as he laid there for a minute, they stuck to me with the layer of oil between us. "Now fuck me," I told him. He was squeezing me tight, his warm body and mine almost one. I kept my hands on his ass keeping him from going too fast. As they caught their breath and recovered from one of the best climaxes of their life, they kissed and basked in the sensations that pulsed through their bodies.The next morning Carol awoke and found that she felt none of the previous feelings of guilt and remorse, but an excited anticipation at the prospect of her son finding her pictures and the effect that she knew it would have on him. James was already at their computer cropping and preparing the shots for the slide show. After Carol made. ”“We moved again, and since there wasn’t anyone worthwhile in the area, so I turned to sex toys I had found at people’s houses, I probably got carried away with the penis pump as you noticed earlier by my pussy. Then I started sleeping with the guys at school. Pretty soon I was the school slut, I never said no. This has repeated with every school I’ve been to since. My last school, my nickname was ‘bicycle’.”“Bicycle?” I asked, not getting it.“Yeah, village bicycle, everyone gets a ride…”She.