Your mother and I got you these anyway. We know you’re a sensible boy but we don’t want you to take any risks with HIV or AIDS.”Dad handed me a ...lain brown paper bag. Inside were a couple of packs of condoms.“What are you talking about? What circumstances?”“It’s okay, son, your mother and I both know,” said Dad, tapping the side of his nose. “We just want you to know we still love you whatever your sexuality.”“I’m straight, Dad. Why is that an issue?”“It’s okay, son. We can understand you not. "Don't worry, I can certainly help you with that," she says seductively and moves me toward the doctor's bed.I am completely dumbstuck, but as she sits me down and starts messaging my cock through my pants I forget everything. She undoes my pants and exposes my full, hard seven and a half inches. I mindlessly unbutton her shirt and undo her bra, my hands grasp her full breasts. "I have to give you your medication," she grabs my cock and starts to lick and suck. I moan quietly remembering my. Decorum be damned! She bent over the couch unveiling her hungry pussy and grabbed my cock to insert me. I slid in so easily and began to slowly stroke in and out. Again, she clamped my cock with her vaginal muscles and I felt the sweet sensation of her warmth enfold me. Holding her hips I thrust deeper, pumping my hard penis into her. Sandi increased her hold on me. From the intensity of her contractions, I suspected she was close to orgasm, as was I. Slowing, I pulled almost completely out. Me and my father strolled into our hotel. With excitment on my face. Not wanting to wait and talk to some clerk for a room. I wanted to be out and about. Doing things not all 13 year old white boys do! My father walked up to the clerk and asked for a room. I turned my head as they countinued doing what adults do. I looked around the large hotel lobby and saw people everywhere. The lobby was filled with loud noise and Jamacian chatter. Hearing a Jamacian talk for the first time was awesome! At.