”He’d only written a few stories there, and he thought he’d hidden them from prying eyes. In any case, each one of them had the same theme, and ...ame with a recipe. His eyes widened. She was going to cook his balls!He looked almost frantically at the Medi-center card. When she wasn’t around he’d played with some of the rougher ball torture – rubber bands, electricity, jumper cables, needles, even hair dryers. And, while he pushed himself to a lot of limits, he was really afraid those stories. The both of us were breathing into each other’s mouths trying to catch our breath. I pushed her bikini top up, exposing mom’s beautiful tits, playing with them as we kept kissing. I felt mom’s hand gliding across my stomach and then down into my swimsuit. She took a hold of my very hard cock, and whispered to me, “God baby, it’’s so big and fat.” At my age, I knew I was bigger than most guys were. I was 8 inches soft and as big around as a soda can. Mom was stroking me up and down and it felt. We got back and I went down on my knees before this magnificent soldier who so big and confident. I looked up at him. He was called Jonathan I placed my hand over the flies of his sexy jeans and could feel his manhood start to get big as I carrassed him. I brought my lips nearer and kissed his flies."Take your clother off" I heard Jonathan's voice come from above me.I got up to comply I kisses Jonathan and removed my top as sexy as I could. My big tits were now exposed for the big IDF soldier. “How does that feel?” she asked. “Fu....Fucking....unbelievable!” I replied, gasping uncontrollably. “Put a third in.” The third finger slipped in easily. My cock was streaming pre-cum and was involuntarily spasming as Aimee finger fucked me. I could feel an orgasm approaching. It was a long way off, but it was definitely on its way. I could tell it was going to be mind-blowing. My whole lower body was filling with pleasure. I could feel it in my cock; my ass and deep in the pit of my stomach..