“What should we do? We can watch a movie if youlike?” “Great idea. You go pick one out.” Tracey looked upand saw her nephew already heading to...ard the living room. Bob’s shorts wereway too small for him, but they definitely stretched. The V of Bill’s backpointed down to a hard ass that strained the fabric of the shorts. Traceymissed the powerful asses she found that black men seemed to possess in largenumbers. She could definitely bounce a quarter off of it…and I wouldn’t mindseeing my ankles. That's very impressive." Good. Shall I carry on?" Please."I quickly skimmed through the constant insults I'd been given, until I got to the point where I had announced that I was leaving, and the boys had physically blocked the door and refused to let me out. They'd ranted and raved at me, and I quoted some of the things they'd said, especially quotes that included their violent refusal to let me leave the room."Are those the exact words they used?"This wasn't the first time he'd asked me the. Mom looked up at me again with concern in her eyes when a sudden squirt made her flinch and stiffen, uttering a phlegmy sound of denial: "Mm-m!"I guess I should have warned her, but mom was nice enough to swallow whatever she had caught in her mouth even though she mumbled some complaints.I was feeling warm and relaxed after having shot my balls dry for the first time in my life. I glanced at the clock on the wall. It had taken mom over an hour to make me come. I didn't know what else to say. Sorted. Any way where have you been hanging out?”“Ah well, you know the beach at Sochi, really busy now and masses of food and stuff left everywhere. Just buzzing about round those fucking tourists is a great day out, you know, out of our daily grind, makes a change.”“The beach? Fucking long way when we’ve got the dacha, the apartments, the store and that new toilet they installed in the square, bit posh that, too clean but it’ll deteriorate - hopefully.”“Yeah I know, we can always find stuff.