”“Oh…” I replied.“Chad, you know the thing I said I was going to tell you today?”“Yeah,” I said.A few seconds later, the three words e...caped from her lips that brings me to mourn:“I'm getting married.”“Congrats,” I said with manners. “When’s the wedding?”“Next year.”I had a myriad of emotions running through my head. Confusion, anger, lust, jealousy. I mentally prepared to delete her number. However, I knew this much: Fuck love and everything that comes with it. When we got to her place, we. For some reason, he thought, that boat just seemed a whole lot bigger sitting here in the water with him in it than it did hanging from the wall in that Mitre 10 store in Hamilton. This was not the same boat as was on display but identical to it. Gemma’s father had purchased seven of the things and given one to Keith with Keith’s own parents chipping in a little bit towards its cost as well.Right now Keith Poata was sitting and waiting for Gemma Greene to arrive and standing along that pebbly. He didn't answer so I assured him whatever he said was just between "us guys". "Can I be totally honest?" he asked. 'Of course" I assured him again. "Well, I think she is so damn sexy. Ever since I was younger I've fantasized about her. She has lovely breasts and that red hair..." he stopped suddenly realizing he was excitedly telling a man that he jerked off thinking of his wife. I smiled at him, "She's read like that all over" and he seemed to shudder then smiled and said he often wondered. Unable to hold my orgasm any longer, I hover over my son, holding his ankles, my cock buried deep in my boy’s pussy. As I was sucking on Jay’s big toe, trying to hold off from cumming. Starring deeply into my boy’s eyes. I quietly say to him, “Jay, God, I Love You Son”. With my urge to come had settled, so I thought. I gave my son a few more good hard thrust. Next thing, I tensed up and began grunting like a wild a****l while pumping several thick warm ropes of my sperm deep inside my son’s.