She barked something at him in their native language, and he jumped, dropping her shoe. He looked at his wife apologetically.Gene laughed.Rita glared ...t her husband, and then smiled back at Gene.?Ready?? She asked, brushing her ass back softly against Gene’s cock.He grabbed Rita’s boyish hips and slammed his cock home, pleased to hear her stifle a cry. He thrust one hand into Rita’s wet tangled hair, grabbing a fistful at the roots, and jerked her head back roughly.?Now BUCK,? he ordered.Rita. "I'm doing a minor in art; I do pencil sketches, water colours and oil paintings." Wow, multi talented as well as beautiful," I said. "When can I hear you play and look at some of your art?" Many moons from now, if ever," she said primly. "So you're a computer programming and math geek on top of being a hockey star and a model?" Yep, my scholarship is in computer science actually," I replied. "I'm from Dryden, up in Northern Ontario. Where are you from?" I'm from here in Ann Arbor," she. It was my mom.“What are you doing here?” she said, looking at me. I was flustered and didn’t speak. My phone had toppled over in my hand, and the way I held it, mom could see the video on the phone. She looked further down lustfully and saw my hard cock throbbing under its own weight. It seemed like hours before mom muttered a sorry and went away, closing the door behind her.The next day, more relatives left for their homes. Only a few older aunts and their husbands stayed back. I was getting. "I'm not really good with girls." You good with guys?" she asked. "I bet you two really hot together. You should do each other and let me watch. I could write something 'bout it - a poem or something."Brandon turned scarlet. "I, uh, that ain't ... I should go." He reached for his book bag but it was closer to me and I got it first."What up, Brandy? You don't wanna play?" I wasn't going to do anything, I just liked teasing him."This is really awkward." He glanced around the shed. "I mean, ain't.