She intensified the motion now, getting me closer and closer to my peak. “Oh fuck Brianna, it’s coming,” I just managed to gasp out as I stiffen...d and grabbed her head even tighter. “Ugggghh,” I wailed as I send a massive wad straight out and down the back of her throat. My body convulsed as I fucked her face, draining more and more gobs of semen into her mouth and down her throat. She almost gagged but swallowed just about all of it and keep on sucking and bobbing throughout. She’d obviously. She cracked all my back bones that were stressing me and it felt amazing. I thought she was too good to get a massage of that quality and be a happy ending parlor. Everytime she got close to my hands whether it be her hands legs or feet, I would slightly close my hands and touch her. Trying to give her a signal that I wanted her to touch me. She then got out some oil and lathered up her hands. She started with my back and sides of my stomach. She was getting low on my sides and was getting her. I went to her mansion of house, and as a young black man in a small town, I was not expecting a warm welcome from her parents. Her father wasn't home when I arrived, but her mother was. She greeted me very pleasantly, thinking back on it, she might have wanted a taste herself. I found it quite odd that she didn't mind her adolecent daughter with an almost 18 year old young man, but she seemed to really like me genuinely, which was suprising and well accepted. Her father later came home that. Together, Sam and Joel worked out a plan for Kerry to buy me out on a long term payment strategy. When we were done, both of us were satisfied that we had struck a reasonable compromise and I had another income stream. The last piece of business was my father’s boat. I had forgotten all about it to be truthful. I can remember being out on it when I was young, but between school, summer jobs at Dad’s business, along with other interests, it had been something that was just a distant memory. Sam.