Boxers, while often decorated with cutesy patterns, essentially looked like shorts. They revealed little, and I always found them a bit less than tota...ly sexy, although anyone I'd discussed it with claimed they were more comfortable. Briefs, on the other hand, were tighter, thinner, and revealed much, but I had heard there were confining, and tended to bunch uncomfortably. Steven's, however, were different.Tighter than boxers, but covering more area than briefs, they looked unbelievably sexy.. I explained the whole act from foreplay to actual sexual intercourse, pointing at his penis, and my vagina, explaining where he's supposed to place it, even going as far as placing him between my legs with him on top of me, showing him how to thrust himself inside a girl, of course we were fully clothed, still it turned me on feeling his crotch grind against mine, his obvious hardon felt so good against my pussy, we laughed quite a bit, it made it much easier for him to understand. I talked to. ‘He doesn’t mind. Right, Devin?’ I shook my head. ‘You could at least let him answer our questions.’ Dorian said. The first time I heard him speak since we started eating. I’m guessing that’s his parenting voice, it was a lot thicker and deeper than when he spoke while meeting me with Mrs. Dewby at my old house. Wow. You could cut the tension with a knife just about. ‘It’s fine. I’m enjoying it.’ I finally answer while everyone was silent. All eyes turned on me and Maria smiled. ‘Good, I’m glad. Martin didn’t seem to mind me taking a few pictures of Jen kissing his huge black cock and moments later he pulled her lips from it and looked at me.“Okay, Trevor, which cock do you want her to have?” Martin asked me.I hesitated for a moment before answering, “Yours.”Martin smiled, “That’s the right answer; now answer why you want her to have my cock?”I thought for a moment, “It’s a lot bigger than mine and she enjoys your cock.”“And?” Martin asked, “who does she belong to?”“Oh yes, and because.