"Hey, where did the good stuff go?" You need to start watching your figure," Aunt Gaynelle responded.She and Mama and Jean were all slender, built sma...l, and were all more than a foot shorter than Uncle Bob. I had inherited Daddy's family genes of being big and tall. I only weigh a hundred and twelve and Doctor Graves said that with my being almost six feet tall and having the frame I have I'm fine, but I didn't argue with her. I simply poured myself a glass of milk and grabbed up two of the. Shocked, she no longer wanted to talk about it anymore.A few weeks later, I went to visit her in Seoul. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her getting fucked by a big black man man. She took me out to a bar where we had a few drinks. All of a sudden I see Jane’s face turn white. She points to this group of 3 big black men that had just walked into the bar. Its him! I told her not to worry and that we should just keep drinking to help her forget that night. When Jane went to the bathroom,. Excited Stu started flexing his hips, moving his hard cock in and out of my mouth. His curly hairs tickled my lips and nose and his nut sack bounced against my chin. Still sucking, I took his balls in one hand and massaged them gently. "Ooooh, uuuugh, Ooooh, yeah, gonna cum," Stu moaned. "Muumuu," I mouthed back my mouth full of his moving cock. "You gonna swallow it?" he grunted. "Muumuu, unh," I answered nodding my head up and down in assent. As requested, Stu almost screamed, "Ooohhhh my. ”Needless to say, I was happy with my boss. I packed a suitcase, tossed it in my car and headed out.I thought a lot about what I have been doing for the past nine years. How Cece Williamson forced me to go to college. Thinking of Cece brought back some fond memories. She was thirty-three and had been widowed for a couple years. I was eighteen when we hooked up the first time.You pair an eighteen-year-old guy with a hot thirty-three-year-old woman, sparks will fly. And boy did those sparks fly,.