Everything was cleaned up and our poor dogwould now have to endure the removal of said artwork. We could not explainhow any of this was accomplished. ...Our strange little one was gifted, butin a very odd way.We would placate our youngest on Christmas by buying a gift for the familythat need to be shared to enjoy and telling him it was for him. This wouldtemporarily direct his energy into whatever we had come up with. Suddenlyan air hockey table was converted into paper boats reenacting some. Fred was still stroking Tim’s dick while pounding his ass and it didn’t take very long before Tim shot a load straight up into the air that landed on his chest and throat. What a sight, Tim’s chest covered in is own spunk.I knew I was getting close, so I pulled out of Tim’s mouth to give myself a chance to regain control. I scooped up some of Tim’s spunk and feed it to him. His lips clamped on my fingers as he sucked them clean. I feed him all his cum on his chest and throat, Tim’s one sexual. I watched as Carlos took the huge cock and pushed it into Beverly’s wet pussy from behind. I was jealous, watching them. I wasn’t sure if I was jealous of this man fucking my lover or that I wanted to be Beverly and be fucked my Carlos.“Move in front and let me watch Bev suck your cock,” Carlos ordered.I scampered up in front of Beverly, she licked her lips and took my cock into her mouth. I watched intently as Carlos thrust his cock into Beverly’s pussy, each time, pushing my cock deeper into. O. Box. I might do that.After a shower and decently dressed again, I drove over to the golf cart plant. I went to the service desk and asked, "Are you folks looking for someone to work on warranty golf carts?"The lady behind the counter looked at me over her reading glasses and said, "Who's asking?" My name is Mark Robins. I heard earlier that you might need someone." Where did you hear that?" I'm not trying to name drop, but it was at Steve Sharp's place."The lady said, "I saw you on the patio.