Each and every one of them were ecstatic! In one way, or another, they each expressed a growing eagerness to fuck Mara! At first they seemed unsure if...they should make it too obvious that they really wanted to fuck her; but I encouraged them to express such thoughts freely. And they did!Sometimes I would be up well into the very early morning hours chatting with these different African men about Mara. I often sat there in front of my lap top tapping away at the keyboard in response to something. He was actually a very good talker and showered praises while chatting. Who doesn’t like appraisals? I was flattered. Rohit is one of my regular readers on ISS. He used to read them and shag off whenever he was free. We started chatting and he liked to know the ways I like to have sex. He told me this later that he wanted to know how I was being pleased by the men I had sex with in the stories that I shared. He never while chatting asked me about sex partly because he was already doing his. The fucking and sucking around the house now became standard as I began to know a new side to my mother, a lusty, sensual woman who wanted to enjoy life's pleasures to the fullest. As we had agreed, I slept in one bedroom or another each night but most often in my mother's room, she had the king-sized bed that slept three so nicely and gave us plenty of room for fun.She also sat me down for a talk about what my plans were for the future. We discussed everything, even the amount of money I was. " Oh go ahead, if you want, It’s cool!” I whispered.All I heard was my heart pounding in my ears. We surfed the guy section, watching hot college guys and twinks jerk their meat. I saw his cock poke out of the leg of his boxers. He was huge! And that is not just a line for a good story, he is literally packing. He had always joked about having this "family curse" but I never believed him. He was not fully hard yet, and I bet it was more than 8 inches long. I watched him quietly swipe the.