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. There was some improvement in his leg but not in his right hand. This continued for months. My father took a retirement as he could no longer perform his duties. He was now getting some pension which was not enough for us to survive.This was because he did not complete his full service period. We were surviving because of some savings which my father had. Now I was totally devoted to my parents. I had to help my father do household work, go to market for grocery, vegetables shopping etc. I also. You have fingers in my pussy now too and you thrust them harder and harder your strength unleashed, your speed edging it’s way above the invisible line on your speedometer. Your fingers they seek and they seek until they find what they’re after and my orgasm rushes over me, out of me and over you. I look around and silently thank you, manners never cost a thing. “I want you to go for a little walk in that direction” you say to me and though I am puzzled the only question I have is “Can I get. "Oh ga, ga, gad," said Dia, feeling the cock slip into her anus.At this point, Dia was effectively finished and the penetration was for Aman's pleasure, some say a reward. Out of mercy and genuine love for his fuckbuddy, Aman went slow. The cries and moans from Dia were now soft howls with her face sideways on the bench. Sweat on both of the lovers from the hot sauna made for great lubrication and Aman could more comfortably slip his cock deeper into the anus. Out of arousal, Aman started to.