It’s not you fault. But you be all right. Just Don’t make your pappa mad. You be okay. Sorry about your toy. Uh. The big tube thing.’ Jeff’s a...ger has stopped its flow of tears and has formed hot, hard knots in his belly and jaw. He watches Ernie as he helps clean up. But Ernie does not cry. Not Ernie. He just keeps getting thrown in. Over and over. ‘Poor Les,’ Jeff thinks, happy for once that he is such a shrimp, such a wimp, that dad never thought of making him do it. Would he have refused?. There he waited allowing Timmy to adjust and explore before thrusting the rest of his cock into Timmy's throat. That was about the time that Eric turned around. His son's face was buried in Brad's bush and he was chocking on Brad's eight foot monster."Holy Fuck, no!" shouted Eric but he couldn't stop himself as he had reached the point of no return. His cock started to explode cum as he watched Timmy come up briefly for air before Brad filled his mouth with his swollen dick again.Eric's first. “I find these garments much more comfortable to wear in desert conditions, and when in Rome, Professor...”The tent Mimi and I shared was more a pavilion than a campaign tent. Although not as palatial and luxurious as those captured by the Greeks at Missolonghi it put the tentage of the British Army to shame.Persian carpets, brocaded Damask drapery, swaths of silk, muslin, and gauze furnished the tent in a cocoon of opulent and sensuous comfort. Our bed was a low lying divan. A wooden framed and. He tried to grip Brittany’s wrists to stop her, but she wriggled nimbly from his grasp.“Wow, you have quite a piece of meat here, Mr. Jones,” she laughed, grabbing his dong by the shaft and cupping his big balls in her hand. “I like how you have grey pubes, that’s kinky.”“Oh, god,” groaned my dad as she clamped her mouth around his sausage and started sucking hungrily on his dong. “Don’t tell your mother about this, she will kill me,” he begged, catching my eye as my girlfriend’s head bobbed.