“Jesus!” he cried out as Brandi dramatically entered the room, her eyes widening at the sight of the black teen holding his hardness in one hand, ...nd a photograph in the other. He dropped the picture in his desperate attempt to cover himself up.Brandi, barely managing to stifle her laughter, turned away to give him some privacy. As she stared at the white walls of his bedroom, she wondered who was wearing the bikini in the photo she’d seen fall to the ground.The Protector would have been. I think Bocephus had it about right “Good friends, good whiskey, and good loving”. In other words, if you’ve got people who love you, good food, a decent enough roof, and the health to enjoy it. You’ve got enough.I had an awesome Thanksgiving and I hope you did too. I spent time with the family, played with the grandkids, and had some great food. I appreciate the folks who dropped me a note yesterday. Thank you. Now, today was a different kettle of fish and got me thinking about. You know how dangerous that was, don't you?" Yes, mum. I'm sorry. I promise I'll never do it again."When Helen didn't say anything back to him, Mark lifted himself up on his elbows to raise his head and look at his mother. Helen looked back at him, and smiled. The she ran her tongue around her lips again to get the last of her son's young teenage sperm, making sure the he was watching her as she swallowed it."Now let's not be to rash, and don't make promises you won't be able to keep. I didn't. He moaned with pleasure stroking her blonde hair and kept reassuring her that she was doing well. His cock was so large I could not believe it would fit inside her tiny little white pussyhole. Things started building pace as she began to stretch her mouth further and take more of his monster meat. little by little he began building a rhythm and started fucking her face as he grabbed her hair. She was choking and gagging on his meat but she never moaned about it once and did everything he told.