As I began to slowly stroke his cock, I slowly turned to look at it. It was jet black. He was uncut and the foreskin hung well past the huge head. He ...as only about half hard, and it was already twice the length of mine, and so thick I couldn't squeeze it hard enough to touch my fingers together. His nuts hung down in a huge sack like two coconuts. I was in a complete trance…tunnel vision…as I slid the foreskin back and forth watching that enormous head peeking out, then disappearing again. Things at that time were not a bed of roses. We had invaded their country twice in our history and they had invaded ours the same number of times hoping for revenge for the loss of the dream of a “New France” right in the middle of our blossoming country. I had always considered the French our natural enemy and not the great ally that saved our bacon in the Revolution. The British were always the British and there was no changing their sense of superiority, but the French were so duplicitous. Then we moved toward her office. Where she was looking normal as nothing happened. I told her that my college is near if she don’t mind we can go together in bus. to which readly agree and gave me her number. and told me to meet her at 5 pm. To which I told ok and went to my college. I am not able to concentrate on studies. Just imagine about her beauty her assets nice boobs 32 ,her figure 32-24-32 perfect bueaty rosy lips. I was lost in her beauty. And decided I have to fuck her in any case.. When they got back Joni and Walter headed home while Susan and Tommy went back to the cottage to shower before dinner. Neither Susan nor Tommy brought up what happened on the hike, partly because that was what Susan preferred, but mostly because neither of them felt any different than before they had left that morning. Granted, Tommy still couldn’t get the thought of what happened out of his mind, but like his mother, there were no feelings of awkwardness, guilt of regret, just memories of.