Chris's mother was unique and she was a stunner. I took quite a fancy to her and often had fantasies about playing with her when Chris was not around....She doesn't look like your typical mother, with the fact she looks more like an older sister than anything. I don't come to Chris's house often but when I do, I look forward to any encounter with her. I remember one morning, our first encounter; she was sitting on the couch, wearing only a short white t-shirt. Her wavy black hair sat seductively. "Oh god!" he groaned, his back arching, and then his body spasmed as he had a thunderous orgasm.Afterwards tears formed in Jen's eyes and she sobbed into Mike's chest. Mike held her tight. With his lust sated, he felt empty and lost.They fell asleep that way. The next day Mike woke up early and packed for his trip to London. Jen joined him in the shower. They both felt melancholy. She got on her knees and went down on him. Mike stared out the window on the flight to London. She'd let another. I wondered who could it be at this time (no one had access) and parked my bike outside and walked inside the gate. Behind the house, there were full of trees and hay spread on the corner at the back side.I saw the house was locked and started walking towards the back side of the house where I found my brothers car and there were sounds of moaning from the hay blocks at the corner. I thought that my brother was having sex with some girl and wanted to go back at first. I stayed there for a while. But don't think that in adopting the word 'penis', instead of 'cock' to describe myself as having, that I do so out of some sort of feeling of resentment. I do not feel resentful. Over the nearly two weeks of daily visits to our hotel room in Nairobi that Omar made, there was no way that I could deny that Omar was, by far, the undisputed superior one when it came to sex! It would have an act of self-delusion to claim otherwise! During our last days in Kenya, I had the strongest conviction that.