We finally reach the sand and take off our shoes to run our feet through the sand. I wrap my arm around your waste as we watch the sun continue to set...over the mountains. I look at you with a devilish smile and being to remove my shirt, socks, and unbutton my pants. By the time I start the unbuttoning your shirt is in the pile of clothes with my shirt and you being quickly removing clothing to catch up to me. As my final remnants of clothing hit the sands yours do as well and we both race. Why I was being so coy I had no idea. I looked at mum and she was stark naked with cum running down her legs and matted globs of it in her hair.Paul made no effort to conceal himself and in fact his cock got larger as he watched my mum."Well dear if you are going to go stealing my men I can only assume I can steal yours" she said smiling. "I love a young cock, Paul come with me" Paul leapt out of bed and followed my mum down the hall into the bedroom. I was in shock and I lay down with my eyes. I want the husband to know that I own his pretty wife's body, not him. And I want the wife to know that her husband is just a sissy boy with a little dick not worth fucking anymore.Sometimes I'll have the wife give me and her husband a blow job at the same time, so our cocks are right next to each other. I'll motion to his little dick and say something like, "Dude, you're really small! Now I get why your wife needs other cock!" I say this as a joke, but sometimes I've seen husbands cum when I. In slow steps, I thread the evening that was filled with the sonorous hymn of cheerful men and women. The music of the occasion was blissfully sung with the joyful carols of children who busied the streets with the sound of their evening games. As the snow of winter fell, the radiant lights kept flickering together with the songs that kept the mood strong. The lights of the street shone with the brilliance of romance and hope for the year that would soon renew. Everything I came to see was.