That wasn’t wrong, but what I was really thinking at the moment was that Mr. Baldwin might be seeing much more of his now-adult sons much more often...I lowered the jeans and underwear of one, took his already hard cock into my mouth, and worked to release the second son’s cock, which I began slowly pumping in my hand. I worked the cocks back and forth, both became rigid in their hardness and soft groans escaping from them above me.I pulled back, taking both cocks into my hands and looked up at. I pulled down the doona and could see a big bulge in his boxers. I asked him to remove his boxers, which he promptly did, and then he started to stroke his cock. His cock was circumcised with a large head, probably just over 6” long with short curly hair around his ball bag. He wasn’t as big or as thick as his father, but still quite impressive all the same. As he stroked, I removed my panties and started to finger myself as well. He was watching me with anticipation, then said he was about to. While most of the projectile vomit he spewed up entered the bowl with sickening and disheartening splash, some of its particulate matter ended upsplattered on the lanky, unkempt strands of chestnut hair that hung alongsidehis face and from there, down into the bowl itself. Catching a glimpse of the hanging strands of chestnut hair in his peripheralvision caused Father Dan to do a frantic double take. He was well aware of thefact that he had neither long hair nor chestnut colored hair. Having. Me: maza aaya dearNaveen: kyun tumhe nahi aaya kya?Me: tum chudai karo aur mujhe maza na aaye ye kaise ho sakta hai yaarNaveen: yaar tumhari ghodi bana kar chut aur gand marna chah raha tha but gadi me etni jagah nahi hoti hai na Me: ha please kahin aur chalo na fir se khul kar maze karte hai subah tak koi bhi mere room me nahi aayegaNaveen: ruko mera aak friend hai usse puchhta hu me phone par agar wo maan jayega to abhi wahin chalenge yaar fir wo kisi se baat karta hai fir wo mujhe bolta hai.