"Bitte Papa!" bat er flehend. "Bitte lass mich das nicht tun"."Marsch! Und halt deine schei? Klappe, niemand hier will dein Gejammer h?ren" antwortete...er leicht grinsend. Er freute sich schon auf die sch?nen Stunden mit seinem Jungen.Jimmy hastete die Treppe herunter, dabei schlug seine Latte st?ndig gegen seine breiten Oberschenkel und man h?rte das Fleisch laut schlagen. Seine ?bergro?en Hoden schwangen dabei mit.Seine Mutter nahm einen gro?en Schluck Bourbon mit Cola und fragte ihren Mann,. Once I was in the sling he spread a sachet of lube on my ass. A few of the guys in the room had casually wandered over to watch. He pulled me further down in the sling - as he put my legs up behind the chains I immediately felt the pressure in my groin –what had just been a nice full bladder feeling became much more urgent.I didn’t really have time to say anything before I felt his dick pushing against my anus – I was squeezing tight to hold my pee – it was making my ass hurt. He pushed harder-. I didn’t know what was happening to me or when the line was crossed, but there was no going back. I had never been so turned on in my entire life. I could still vividly see Aunt April’s ample tits fighting to spill out of every side of her ridiculously small red bikini top as they elegantly flowed and bounced up and down with the rhythm of her hand stoking my cock. Did she feel the same? What about Uncle Dan? What about my Mom? Her k ids?…Fuck it. Too many questions and I decided to forget. I make another colorful tour of PimpLand -- Harold, Ramone, others. I hope I don’t wear out my welcome.Finally, I can admit to being one of the founding members of the Unicorn Club. No, not that Silicon Valley, $1 billion kind of unicorn.Nor was our little club modeled after the unicorn fuck. (When a girl is getting nailed from behind and she puts her hand on her forehead like a unicorn without the guy noticing it for 10 seconds ... well, there you are.)Although, come to think of it, that.