His cock was short and very thick with a large purple helmet, the foreskin pulled back by several thick rubber bands and it was very, very hard. he ha... no pubic hair whatsoever and his balls were a deep red also with elastic bands straining the skin, his balls looking like those of my friends boxer dog. We stood facing each other for perhaps a full minute, I wanted with all my heart to reach out and feel the guys cock, but it was more than I dared do. A cheer from the football match broke the. Just the same I had to admit in all honesty that my son was what my 'salty/sassy' mother would have said of hunks like him, beefcake: as in "wouldn't mind a roll in the hay with that beefcake!" Like mother, like daughter - highly sexual.I waited until he made his exit, it was as hasty as his entrance. I don't know if he knew that I knew what was going on, (but then if I didn't, why did I give that hump on the glass for him to see?) but at least he missed the spectacle of his mother cumming. Okhama's thoughts had also drifted to Leanne, seeing her picture on the timber mantelpiece over the log fire. He owned Highfield Private Boarding school along with four African partners. It was extremely profitable. The parents paid them to educate their daughters. Most of the girls earned the partners Z$100,000 a year each. The pretty ones earned as much as Z$500,000 from wealthy African men who particularly enjoyed abusing the daughters of their white competitors. Often paying in extra to be. I wanted to move inside,into the bedroom like we always did, but Mom was so hot that shesquatted in front of me right there and grabbed my asscheeks withboth hands, pulling my cock toward her open mouth. As always, I whimpered a little as her talented lips enclosedthemselves about the swollen head of my prick. How could a woman beso good at what she did? I know, I know. My mother always saysthat the answer to that question is practice, practice.practice,but I sincerely believe that most of.