Another late night visitor
After my pops gave me the envelope, from Mister Henry with one hundred dollars in it, I went to my room and then to the toilet to shower. I just wanted to wash the smell of Mister Henry's sweat and splodge from my flesh. As I washed I could not help but think of his nephew and how he had ravished my very tender and sore bung. I slipped into my pajamas and went to my room, as I was sitting there on my bed I got this moist warm sensation. Quickly I realized that what I was feeling was Mister...