It wasn’t even a tossup. The previous photos couldn’t even compete. Nothing could be more disgusting than the last photo of the evening. It was a ...ifferent girl this time. She was young, obviously a teenager. She was a very pretty little blonde, probably no more than sixteen. I couldn’t be certain, but I thought I saw her posing in some of the earlier photographs with large numbers of black men.As was the case in most of the previous photographs there were tears streaming down her cheeks. She. My bro was damn luck and today I felt even luckier. Her pussy looked tight and smelled sexy.It was wet and I started to lick it. She was moaning. I was eating her pussy like a hungry child. She was enjoying it by pushing my head against her pussy. She had her orgasm and released her love juices on my face. I drank it all.Now was the time for real action. She was pleading me to enter her. Even I was on high to feel her inside. I just put my cock tip against her pussy and rubbed it against. ..." Jamal once againooked at him " ..Imtiaz Blushed perhaps later ... Jamal Laughed caressing his cock that evening all the boys came down to play Imtaz had brought Down his criket bat and Ball which had been a gift from his uncle ,The Criket bat had signatures from the ewntire criket team ... as the sun went down the boys played Jamal also joined in when he was not working selling coconuts or peeling them One of the older boys kept on practicing batting and later hit the Ball hard it. It was a sight I never forgot and one I always associated with the deep love I developed for Jesse.It was great to be with the folks again, and Jake and his family. I was thrust into the limelight, feeling like the prodigal son. The love of family is a special kind of love and it felt good. But it seemed as if something was missing, a piece of the puzzle of life not there; and by its absence I was reminded how much I wanted and needed it.Jan and her husband and her fast growing baby came over.