Standing, he watched the stream flow from his bright red cock and thought of how lucky he had been, he hoped it was the start of something more, not j...st the sex but something more. They seemed to communicate, to know each other and he could feel the special something that was so warm and large in his mind. He hurried back. She wasn’t there. Around the dance hall he ran and every strobe was valuable as he looked. Returning to the column she wasn’t there. He waited. She didn’t come. He. As I entered the park yesterday I walked the dog down the path towards the pond where the k**s play with their boats then beyond there is an area surrounded by bushes and trees .It is very nice and quiet there. You probably know it near the sports gym where all the young men go to keep fitWell I sat down opposite a bench on the other side by the path to the Gym . Sitting there was a very respectable looking ladyin a gorgeous summer blouse and skirt which stopped at the top of her . The scent of her aroused pussy ignited his tongue into action. His hot, wet tongue surged inside of her cunt as he urgently pressed his nose, mouth, and lips tighter against her steaming cunt.He pumped his rigid prick down his mother's throat as he skillfully tongue-fucked her pussy, moving swiftly back and forth between throbbing clit and puckering cunthole."Mmmmmmfffff," Trish moaned around the thickness of her son's big, pulsing prick.She was eager to taste him. she wanted to swallow his. ‘Wash your face?’ Grandpa Vikramsingh asked. ‘Yes,’ Mohan replied with a sigh, his head dropping until his vision filled with the wooden floor and the ant crawling upon it. ‘And my hands and feet,’ he mumbled downheartedly. Grandpa’s forefinger lifted his chin and their eyes met. It was a moment, a single moment, a mere glance upon the kid’s face and his Grampa knew something was wrong. ‘What happened, love?’ he asked, his voice full of concern. ‘We-we lost…’ Mohan sighed audibly. ‘It’s.