– to open my mouth. Anal sex “If you say ‘stop’ at any time, we stop, okay?” she asked me. Mrs B must have seen my glances, I’m sure, but she chose to remark only on the pitcher. I loved to pretend I was the Harlem Globetrotters (yes, that ages me, doesn’t it?) in an exhibition game at The Gardens, only they don’t have to play on asphalt, do they?
So when I tripped, stumbled, and fell, at full pace, trying to make a rebound, ball in hands, there was nothing to protect my knees as I went down, scraping the left really badly, the right not quite so. I say old, because she must have been all of forty – but to a ten-year-old…
I turned my now bleeding knee towards her, and sobbed out that I’d tripped playing hoops. I knew it was different, but for a second or two, I didn’t know how, until I watched, in total amazement, as the hot sticky fluid erupted from the eye of my cock, shooting into the air.
