When I heard you in your room, all I could think about was coming inside and getting into bed with you.I wanted to make you feel as wonderful as you m...de me feel. I know this may sound perverted and nasty, but I wanted to lay between your legs do the very same thing to you that you had done to me. I wanted to kiss it and make it feel better. I don't know what you were doing, but I wanted to be the one to make you moan and call out my name the way you were doing. I wanted you Grandma! I wanted. In scanning the room, I first saw the man that had renewed my lust two years before, Art. He was the man whom I’d talked with on the Internet for more than two years. And in recent years he’d established a group for well hung, attractive black men who liked to have sex. These men participate in gangbangs, one-on-ones, threesomes and almost any other black cock fantasy a sexy lady or couple wants to fulfill. I kind of put two and two together and realized it was what I thought. I was finally. I’m not going to make this a vacation for you.” She told him to look on the next 30 days as a lesson rather than punishment.All the talk about work finally made Tommy go fully soft. He dreaded having to tell his father about what he did and he wasn’t looking forward to doing a bunch of chores for the next month. He had no idea how he would spend whatever free time he’d have. Tommy was a typical child of the 21st century and wasn’t caught dead without his iPhone and his other gadgets. Part of it. That lovely sweet taste with the crumbly sponge and smooth custard. ‘Hey, what about me?’ I realised I had eaten about half of it. I picked up a spoonful and fed it into that kissable mouth. When the tongue came out to lick the lips, I sighed with pleasure, and my fireman leaned over to whisper in my ear: ‘If we don’t hurry up and finish this, I think I’m going to spontaneously combust.’ I practically dropped the spoon. Between the two of us we finished that treacle sponge in record time, said.