Zach lifted Devon, without causing him to release his prize, and shifted him until he was between the boys legs. He was no where's close to Zachs size... but he wasn't to small either, Zach opened wide and took in the boys equipment, Not since college had he done such a thing, but Zach went to work, before long feeeling the boys strong and pulsing in his mouth. Wanting to give as well as receive pleasure, he copied the things that the boy was doing, tried to ignore the feeling, the signs that it. In all honesty, it was even worse than being called a "Faggot". I wasn't quite sure exactly what a faggot was, but I knew it had to be bad because it almost always started a fight.My Aunt Charlotte was not a big woman.In fact, she was shorter than me and probably only weighed about a hundred pounds. My sister Trisha was much bigger than her in the hips and she had a pair of melons for boobs that she had to lift with both hands to allow my mom to wash underneath when she came out of the kitchen. I just wanted to fuck her.I pulled my cock from her mouth and spread her legs. Her bald pussy was already glistening and I had to have a lick before I fucked her. I buried my head between her legs and drank heartily from her juices. She held my head and groaned as I took her nectar into my mouth. I slipped my tongue as deep inside her hole as I could and soon her body was shaking like a leaf. She whimpered loudly as her young thighs held my head between her legs. It was only after her orgasm. "Brosna?" Did you look it up?" Sure. It's a river." A river," he pointed out, "that flows into the Shannon river. Logically, I should have used something which flows out of the Shannon river, but -- even for a fantasy -- I couldn't see naming a kid 'Atlantic.'" I'm glad you have some limits." She was laughing.He kissed along her neck until he reached her earlobe. He pulled her against him while he sucked that in. This time, when his hands slid up under her sweatshirt, she didn't object. She did.