I can feel his breath on the head of my cock. I tell him to push hard against my thrusts."That's it. . .twist your hand. . .and yes! yes! You've got ...it, son. . .just a little more!" I grab the back of his head and shove it down against my cock. "Lick Daddy! See? This is where you came from just eight years ago. What is going to come out is what I put into your mommy to make you happen. That's it! Now nibble nicely! Oh yes, Daddy's good boy! Ahhhh! Daddy is coming!"My cum spurts out and. . with, uh, concerted effort.. I..um…grrrrrrrrr…why did I tie this damn thing so tight! After much picking at the knot with my nails I manage to undo them, and with their large size they quickly drop to the floor revealing a tight fitting pair of pink thong panties. Unlike the other shed clothing littering the floor at my bare feet, the panties are, um, less than practical. Thin and soft, they feel so good against my skin, especially now with the rest of my clothes gone and the breeze blowing. Michael continued to focus his energies to heal his injuries. He must soon rise from his sickbed and walk as before, freely and easily with two good legs under him. This was a setback, unexpected and inconvenient, and it was also a premature beginning. But as always before, he would find a way. The boy was unusually gifted and would grow quickly.A warm afternoon breeze blew through the screened windows of the parlor, fluttering Vi's lace curtains. Mike lay on his bed, his injured leg. He straddled my body, scooting forward until his cock touched my lips."What do you want me to do with this?" I said as I wrapped my hand around his dick."Suck it for me," Greg said.I opened my mouth so Greg could put his cock between my lips. I rubbed my tongue over the head of his dick, looking up at him as I did. Removing his cock from my mouth, I said, "Do you eat pussy?" Yeah," Greg said with a smile."Good, you have to give to get," I told Greg. I took his cock back into my mouth, gently.