I took a taxi tailing her, as I was going by seeing the streets of UK, so busy and some not even huge and so systematic. I finally stopped few blocks ...efore her and watched her go into a house, I was thinking it should be her house as I silently tailed her and went to the sides. I was watching by the window as a couple of black men took her willingly into their arms. This was getting too wild and I left the scene. Little did anyone notice I left a camera by the window and picked it up the next. I love making you cum-I love the taste of your cock and cum in my mouth."I turned his face to mine and kissed him on his lips. Oh God, I uh, don't know-I'm confused." Tell me you wanted to hold my balls, Sweetie-say it-ADMIT IT TO ME, SWEETIE!!" OH GOD-YES, I WANTED TO HOLD YOUR BALLS-Oh my God..."I hugged him to me; kissed his lips again."Sweetie, many boys do not know who or what they are for a long time...they refuse to admit to themselves they have feelings for men...they go. Now here she was doing the work belonging to her man. Eventually her hands caught the rhythm and her mind moved on to other things. Carrying the heavy bucket to the calf pen she filled two feeder buckets and held them over the fence for the youngsters. Greedily they sucked at the rubber nipples until the buckets were dry. Then, hanging the buckets on the fence, Ann took the remainder of the milk to the house. Now the kitchen felt warm. The stove generating heat through out the room. Ann warmed. "I think I'm drunk." Muttered Thomas."You can't be," Sera replied, recovering somewhat, "You haven't drunk anything."Thomas kissed him with unexpected fervour."Drunk on you," he said between kisses and laughter.Sera held him back, one hand tight on his jaw, eyes smouldering. Thomas stopped laughing. They managed to rise to the bed, Sera easing himself down over the other boy, each letting out a hiss as their arousal's touched. Sera's hands stroked them both, making Thomas moan and toss his.