"Oh, I'm going to keep coming back until this ass is stretched out and able to take me nice and easy," Glen observed as he kept threading his bulging ...og into my strained pink love hole. "I want that... mmmmmm... I want this coooock... and... more... I want even... biigggger... oh god that's good... ahhh!!" I moaned as I writhered on Glen's pole. "Damn, Kurt. You've found a real slut," he smiled then looked down at me. "I might know someone who can fill that need for bigger cock." Yeessss.... A ladies' man that all enchantresses and sirens would obviously and without doubt contest and take up arms against just to win and bag him over to their lone and companionless beds. Inevitably! Apart from the smalls and pitch-black underwear, he puts on and clothes himself in nothing else. Not even a brummagem, garish brand of shirt; not even anything that jazzy or flash tacky sort-like.I am whacked and slugged out of breath. I cannot gasp; I cannot gulp or sigh as I feel like. Stian! He has. First of all me turant bathroom gya or uska soch ke mooth mari, or koshish me lag gaya ki koi rasta ho jisse use mana saku mujhe bhot dar lag raha tha,Kai bar jab wo kitchen me hoti thi to mujhe uske ass ko chune ka dil karta bhut bahar ate the and boobs bhi poore jhalak te the me kabhi kabhi jhatke se chuta hua nikal jata tha,but darr lagta tha ke agar isne kisi ko bata diya to me sab ke samne bura ban jaunga. Isi chakkar me kai saal nikal gaye,Ek din me unke ghar gaya or bimar hone ki acting. Mrs. Johnson was one of the small gathering and as she talked she turned and saw me. She left the others and walked over. Enfolding me in her arms she cried in a broken voice."Oh Richard. This is a terrible thing. Why could it happen to such nice people? You poor boy, you must be heartbroken."I suppose I should have been, but for the moment I was simply shocked. From Mrs. Johnson, Mrs. Wilkins and the Fireman I gathered what had happened. However the fire started it would appear that dad had.