He dropped hishands, curling his fingers in her short, brown hair, silently encouraging her to suck his prick as hard as she liked.Debby immersed hers...lf in the blowjob, thinking of nothing but Kenny's hard young cock pulsing in her buttery mouth, oozing jism onto her tongue. His pre-cum was delicious, every bit as rich and salty-tasting as she'd dreamed. Debby's face reddened brightly with the intensity of her cock-sucking as she swiftly began to bob her head on his hairy crotch, fucking her. The moans and groans mixed with the banging against the wall gave me really awkward sexual fantasies. I couldn’t help but to picture what was going on. The things I dreamed at night gave me nightmares as often as it gave me wet dreams. Sometimes I’d pleasure myself to sleep dreaming of how I wanted to dominate a man as my father dominated my mother. I promised myself I wouldn’t be submissive ever to any man. As often as dad was drunk, he never seemed to suffer from whiskey dick. Every fucking. We normally just went to bed when it got late. We didn’t engage in the “Good night [so and so]” thing, or do good night hugs, or any of that. Usually, both of us were tired and after supper we just took a shower and went to bed. Both of us read in bed, but I never made it more than a few pages before I dozed off. I suspect it was the same for him.It was for this reason that I decided I needed to go get a good night hug. It was an excuse to appear before him in my new jammies. I admit it. I. His beauty was striking. A mass of thick black hair, deep jet black eyes, and skin so golden brown and silky smooth, with every muscle of his small frame so clearly defined. Again, I couldn’t help but wonder what was under his shorts? Was his cock as stunning as he, did he have pubic hair, was he circumcised or not?I made up my mind then and there that before I went home, I would find out.I waited by the window in my swimmers for what seemed like ages until finally I saw him leave for the.