Anyway days passed well off but nights were horrible specially with my small brother in between my legs making movements. Well one such fine day as it...was Sunday I made my way to see my wife, who was around 60 kms away, she was in her 8th month well I met her and we talked on many subject, mostly those common ones from the pregnant wife’s, like where u eat, washed clothes? How are the nights? Hope you don’t bring somebody else over there and so on….. well I stayed with her for full day and. ....''''yeah boy you made that ass love to be open, look at you , you love my 2nd finger oh you little boy havea pussy , what did you do Alex ohhhh you such a good faggot ''''heyyyyyy peter not.....''''take my fat cock , you make me too hard , gonna fuck you good ''legs up my uncle sliding deep in me fucking mew up like a bottom bitch ''oh this is good Alex, you tight and nice ''''yes moan on my fat cock boy , you love this get doggy like this,good faggot boy , ohhhhh yes ''ass up caught and. I then slowly pulled his boxers down and watched his knob spring up before me.Gus’ fat dick was as cute as he was and was surrounded by a forest of fur. Looking up at him, the look of horny anticipation on his face was mesmerizing.As I clasped onto his shaft I slowly began to pull his thick foreskin back, releasing a wonderful odour as Gus’ dick-head popped into view. The combination of this smell and his musky crotch aroma almost had me convulsing with pleasure. Extending my tongue I licked. ”“Won’t you be late for your flight?” she asked. “No, I have some time. And I want a few minutes alone with you,” he said. She turned the corner and kept going. She wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but she was hopeful. She knew that things hadn’t been going well for them in the last week or so, but it was only because she was dreading his leaving. She didn’t mean to make him feel badly about it because it was for his job. But she knew that he did. She could tell when he held her that he was.