He’d move his other hand back and forth between holding Vina’s thong to his nose and caressing his balls, seemingly uncertain which pleasure he wa...ted more. Sensing his predicament, I asked him if he needed a hand. “You know what, fuck it, I don’t even care any more,” he sighed. With that, I moved closer and started caressing and gently tugging his big hairy balls. “Fuck, you’re so full of cum!” I egged him on. “You’re going to explode all over my daughters’ bald little cunts, aren’t you?” With. At five-foot six, his ideal weight had been calculated at one hundred and sixty pounds. At one hundred and twenty-five, his body ran out of stored reserves to maintain his health. Plagued by illness after illness, he retreated from the world into a small basement apartment, convinced that this hovel would be his final resting place. His only regret was that someone else would have to clean up after him. But he'd be dead, so it really wouldn't matter.Somewhere in the time of living in his new. From my caresses, Andrey's member began to gradually gain hardness. To enhance the effect, I took the organ in my hand and began to jerk it. I again heard such a familiar and beloved groan. Then I took my dick in my mouth. Andrey helped me, he moved a member back and forth in my mouth. The size of his penis was just right to swallow and enjoy. The harder I squeezed it, the more grease poured into my mouth. It was real delicious syrup.Finally, Andrey pushed me, and I lay down. He lay down on me. "Mom?"She immediately woke at the sound of my voice. "Brian? Are you in pain? Can I get you anything?" she asked worriedly.I was, but I wasn't about to tell her that either. "I'm ok," I reassured her. "You should go home ... get some rest, I'm fine." You're not fine!" she said bursting out into tears, though quickly recovering, and steeling herself. "And I've already been home," she added. It was then that I realized she had indeed changed clothes, her face already looking a hell of a lot.