"How bad is he?"She asked him.Swift wanted to say he would be fine, but he could not lie to his mother, now or ever."I think the bruises are bad, I do...'t know if his guts are damaged. He has broken ribs. I think the backbone could be damaged as well, it does'nt feel right." And he cautiously poked at the bruise on his head."I can't feel a dent but Im not sure because of the swelling."The desperation he saw in her eyes broke his heart."Please, son."She said, "Tell me if you think he will. .tracing every inch of your waist with my strong, powerful, gentle hands. You relax your arms to your sides and I now caress them as well, careful to massage them after a long day of work, relaxing the muscles, easing the tension, stroking the firm flesh that now is in my hands. I trace from your sleek sexy hands, to your wrists, slowly up to the elbows,……. sliding up to your bare shoulders, massaging them and slowly moving my hands to the base of your neck. My hands squeeze and invigorate. "Oral sex is an artform in itself that can only be mastered bycontinual practice on a real man. You cannot of course do that untilyou graduate but if you remember the basics; run your lips along theshaft of the penis and use your tongue to slaver the glansconcentrating on the fraenulum you can't go wrong. Like so." Bridgetlowered her face to the man's genitals and began to fellate him again.The man put his hands on her head and guided her; using his touch todirect when he wanted her to. "Give me your sock as well" he said to me with a grunt. I grabbed one of mine and tossed it to him, and he quickly began sniffing it. All you could hear was us two taking deep sniffs of our socks, which were admittedly quite clean, but that didn't matter, it was the sexual kinkiness of it that counted. Soon enough Steven started to buck his hips, and he grabbed both my ankles and forcefully thrust his cock in between my tightly held toes, his head lolled back in ecstasy. A stream of cum shot.