It was too easy for me to blaisé about it, I’d never even met the kid. Did I really call him a kid? Shit, he was about the same age as Melissa and ...avi.I put the dessert on the table and rubbed at Melissa’s shoulders and kissed the top of her head. She slumped a bit and let me work my fingers into her muscles. Changing the topic, “So, there will be ten games?” I asked.Lavi, “Yeah, once a week. There could be a few more if they win regionals but the team isn’t that good.”“How far away do the. “Jean here has something he wants you to help him with” I whisper, “I told him it was ok” as I slip off the blindfold.A half-undressed Jean discards the remainder of his hotel uniform finally taking off his trousers to reveal a breath-taking bulge in a pair of tight white boxers. My wife gasps, looks at me, then looks back, mouth wide open. He pulls down his shorts to reveal a giant black dick swinging about between his legs.I could hear my wife’s breath quicken. Jean stood naked, with his. Though, as I said, I have to be careful around my mom.”“She ran the household?”“Yes. Absolutely. We talked about that when all that craziness with Liz went down last year.”“But not with an iron fist?”“No, absolutely not. Mom’s punishments always seemed to fit the crime, so to speak. I actually got more grief from my confessor than I did my mom. Of course, I understand more about that now than I did growing up.”“Because you discovered, by her admission, that she was a normal, red-blooded. Sandra was now fingering herself vigorously, her eyes half closing as she watched them, her orgasm climbing fast. Jenny began to scream as the boy hammered himself back into her tight wet pussy, she leaned forward, her hands still clutching at her tits, twisting her nipples as she started to cum. The sight pushed Sandra into her own orgasm, yelping just once as the powerful sensation shook her, both hands covering her slit as she twisted with pleasure. Finally she lay back, panting, smiling.