“Tell me when you are hungry, we shall sit for dinner”“Arre Chachi, no hurry” I replied“Beta, your chacha has taken the car to the factory a...d I want to go the market to buy some things, will you take me on your bike?”She asked me.“Of course chachi” I replied and got up to get dressed when I purposely let my towel drop to the floor.Her eyes immediately dropped to my monster cock and she gasped. I took my own sweet time to bend and pick up my towel letting her admire my throbbing cock.“Oh so. When I returned, I stopped outside of George's room. The door was open a crack and there was a dim light on. The 20 watt bulb produced just enough light that I could see my love on his back, naked with his legs spread. I nearly gasped. I was frozen as I watched his hand run over his flaccid cock and pull his balls. I opened the door a little more...it squeaked. I didn't move or breathe. Instead of waking him up, this seemed to trigger something that made his cock start to rise. I watched as he. Al the time, even in front of her husband. He would laugh and say "watch out, Marge will turn you into a real man." Or "I think Marge can not wait for you to get hair on your balls" I would have to go home and beat my meat. She would dress very provocative also, sometimes if I spent the night she would run around in a half shirt and panties or little shorts. Her pert tits pointing the way, those hard nipples. When I did finally hit puberty Marge was on it. She seemed to flirt even more and. He walked over to her and kneeled in front of the couch, at her feet. She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek."So... you said Banquet. So..." Yes, lets just make sure you remember what that means. It means that you are allowed to do what you like, but only use your fingers and tongue. No touching above the waist. Clear?"He nodded. She smiled, lay back and parted her legs invitingly."Uh... not... I..." Not the pussy first? Fine."She stood up and giggled, amused by his speechlessness. She.