He would pull out a couple times and lick the shaft until diving right back in. He seemed to think it tasted as good I did.I could feel myself getting...unbelievably turned on; I pulled my pants down and sat on the grass. While still peeking around the corner, I started to idly touch myself, wondering if it was too late to interject myself in the situation. Ma and Kyle had changed positions, he was on a less shallow portion of the pool, sitting on his too-large-for-a-boy butt and laid back. Ma. ’ he thought. With the sword tip, he worked the stone away from the dead grass. Once in the living grass, he watched it to see if it was contaminated. After a minute, nothing happened, so he picked it up with a bit of cloth at the edge of his nightshirt. Something about it was off, he wasn’t sure what, one side was smooth, the other was etched with letters. LF is all he could make out. ‘Maybe the person that made the stone,’ he thought and pocketed it.Lorna looked her son over to see if he. And Patrick's whole body shook as his own orgasm took control of him. Patrick's hard little prick began to spew cum into his shorts."Good boy! Good boy! Wet yer pants with cum, you little sissy!" Zeke urged as Patrick shook and squirmed.Then it was over. Patrick slumped against Zeke's thigh. The head of Zeke's cock was still in his mouth. Patrick sucked slowly on it and caressed it with his tongue. Despite the v******e of Zeke's orgasm, his cock was still hard and throbbing."Yes, yes. That's a. He spent time in the evenings atJohn's home, lounging on the couch, or often on John's lap. John enjoyedtouching bobbi and insisted on him being close to John at all times. Johnliked to hold bobbi, or cup his arm around bobbi's shoulder,bobbi's headresting against him. John was insisting bobbi act the part of slavegirl.... but with obvious boy overtones. always in panties.. matchingbra, hose with garter belt. Sometimes the shoes were simple penneyloafers, but sometimes they were very feminine..