He had always been a good boy but unfortunately due to me being a single mother he had never had any male role models. As he became a teenager I kept ...aiting for him to begin to show an interest in girls but he never seemed to care. As his teenage years progressed I started to think that perhaps he was gay. I started to convince myself that I would be ok with that if it was the case. I started to deliberately look through his stuff when he was not around and finally I came across something. I. I'm sure the look on my face was fear and dread, and he assured me he would go as slow as I needed and that he would stop anytime I asked him to. That only made me want to please him that much more, and I grabbed a condom and lube off the table, stretched the rubber over his wet glistening cock and poured a huge amount of lube in my hand and coated that monster as much as I could. I placed my hand on the back of the couch, got on my knees and stuck my tight ass in the air. Closing my eyes and. "I am about jizz!" I yelled. "Shoot that on my pussy to get over the edge!" I heard granny mumble. What? I thought to myself then decided what the hell and pointed my cock towards granny. "Get over here closer, don't waste it." Granny said under her breath. I moved even closer so that cock was an inch from her old cunt and let loose a heavy load of sticky spunk. Thick ropes of my sperm stuck in granny's pubes and she quickly smeared it around and used it for lube to finish herself off. "AAHHH. Aside from the temperate climate and the architecture, the sector reminded her of the city of Salvador in Bahia with façades painted in a rainbow of colors. Here they were somewhat more subdued, restrained. Almost all the windows, especially those on the first floors, were adorned with flowers giving off cheery smiles. The narrow cobbled streets were pedestrian zones; no sidewalks; very few cars. Clara passed in front of several peach colored façades, but none with an entryway in the form of an.