Once we mentioned the British Royal Family, at which he asked me if I knew the Queen and her husband were relatives. I was puzzled by this. ‘How?’...I asked. ‘They are third cousins,’ he replied. ‘What do you mean third cousins?’ I wanted to know. In our African families we do not grade cousins as anything else other than simply ‘cousin’. ‘I just means that their great-grandparents were brother and sister, son and daughter to the great Queen Victoria. I took a moment to let these relationships. She dare not look at him, yet she felt the exquisitely smooth flesh of his boyhood. It was now standing erect from his loins, the flesh hot and dry, stretched tautly along its length and drawn away from the tender, slender tip. The tip was moist, leaving a trail across her thumb as she felt the soft tip and the little eye. Beneath his cock was a tight corrugated sack of flesh that was covered in a fine down of hair, containing his precious balls. "Good boy," his mother panted, her eyes open but. We swam for a while and then got out to dry off. When he looked at me that pee-pee thing started swelling up and sticking out. Ah asked him why that was happening. He seemed surprised that Ah didn’t know and thinked about it for a minute, then told me that was so it could fit into mah part. Ah asked where that were and he said down between mah legs just like his was. Ah told him ‘no way’ and he said he would show me so Ah said to go ahead.“That’s when he had me lie back and he put that long. They both walked from the moving van parked in front of their townhouse and approached us. "Hi" the woman said, "I'm Treva and this is Isiah. We're your new neighbors."She couldn't have been nicer or more approachable with her wonderful smile. They shook hands with me and my teenage k**s. "Hi, I'm Heather." I said "This is my son Austin and my daughter Megan."They looked to be in their mid-20's and I also couldn't help but notice how handsome Isiah was or how sexy Treva was. Isiah was tall,.